koyal se mili tumko aawaaz pyari si
hirni se mili tumko aankhe katari si
koyal se mili tumko aawaaz pyari si
hirni se mili tumko aankhe katari si
kaliyo se mili tumko narmi yeh mehki si
aur mujhse mili tumko chahat yeh behki si
sun lo sun lo apni hi kahani, tumne payi kaise har nishani
sun lo sun lo

kho jaungi raaho me, mai ghere hu baaho me
kho jaungi raaho me, mai ghere hu baaho me
humrahi mere tum aise hi rehna
tum ho meri chaho me, meri dhadkan me, aaho me
ho titli se mili tumko rangat yeh nikhri si
phulo se mili tumko khushbu ye bikhri si
belo se mili tumko julfo ki janjire
aur mujhse mili tumko khwabo ki tasvire
sun lo sun lo apni hi kahani, tumne payi kaise har nishani
sun lo sun lo

yeh panchhi kyun gate hain, yaha tumko jo pate hain
yeh panchhi kyun gate hain, yaha tumko jo pate hain
dhundli si kyun hai yeh saari fizaye
mere sapne yun chhate hain baadal jaise aate hai
ho resham se mili tumko hatho ki yeh narmi
sholo se mili tumko saaso ki yeh garmi
ho gulshan se mila tumko satrangi yeh aanchal
aur mujhse mila tumko ek dil jo hai pagal
sun lo sun lo apni hi kahani, tumne payi kaise har nishani
sun lo sun lo

A nightingale's song, a voice so sweet, it graced your ear,
A doe's sharp gaze, a gaze so keen, it vanquished fear.
A nightingale's song, a voice so sweet, it graced your ear,
A doe's sharp gaze, a gaze so keen, it vanquished fear.
From buds, a softness, fragrant and near,
And from me, a love that whispers and endears.
Listen close, to your own tale,
What marks of wonder did you hail?
Listen, listen well.

Lost I'd be, within the lanes, embraced by your arms,
Lost I'd be, within the lanes, embraced by your arms,
My companion, stay as you are,
You reside in my desires, in my heart's beats, in my sighs,
A butterfly's hues, a vibrant show, you came to know,
From flowers, a fragrance scattered, a sweet bestow.
From vines, the tresses, like chains entwined,
And from me, dreams, forever enshrined.
Listen close, to your own tale,
What marks of wonder did you hail?
Listen, listen well.

Why do the birds sing, seeing you near?
Why do the birds sing, seeing you near?
Why is the air, so hazy and unclear?
My dreams, like clouds, softly appear.
From silk, your hands' softness, gentle and slight,
From flames, your breath's warmth, burning bright.
From gardens, a scarf, rainbows alight,
And from me, a heart, burning with all its might.
Listen close, to your own tale,
What marks of wonder did you hail?
Listen, listen well.