mujhse puche mere meet
geet kaise bante hai
kya hai bhed kya hai reet
geet kaise bante hai
mujhse puche mere meet

pagal hote hai kuch log
jinko lagta hai ye rog
pagal hote hai kuch log
baithe aahe bharte hai
kagaj kale karte hai
dil me aati hai jo baat
likhte jate hai din raat
uspe un diwano ko
kisi se ho jati hai preet
geet aise bante hai
mujhse puchhe mere meet
mujhse puchhe mere meet

geeto ke hai roop anek
unme se ye roop hai ek
geeto ke hai roop anek
unme se ye roop hai ek
gauri ke matvare nain le jate hai
man ka chain
gauri ki matvari chal ban jati hai
sur aur tal
gauri ke do mithe bol
ban jate hai man sangeet
geet aise bante hai
mujhse puche mere meet
geet kaise bante hai
kya hai bhed kya hai reet
geet kaise bante hai
mujhse puchhe mere meet

My friend inquires of me,
How are songs conceived?
What secrets, what decree,
How are songs retrieved?
My friend inquires of me.

Some are driven by a madness,
A sickness they embrace.
Some are lost in sadness,
Leaving ink's dark trace.
The heart's whispers they unbind,
Writing through the day and night.
Upon these souls, entwined,
Love's tender, radiant light.
Thus, the songs are spun,
My friend inquires of me,
My friend inquires of me.

Songs exist in myriad forms,
Of which this is but one.
Songs exist through every storm,
Of which this is begun.
Gauri's eyes, intoxicated, steal,
The tranquil peace of mind.
Gauri's walk, the music's seal,
Of rhythm, sweetly twined.
Gauri's words, so sweet and true,
Become the soul's own art.
Thus, the songs break through,
My friend inquires of my heart.
How are songs conceived?
What secrets, what decree,
How are songs retrieved?
My friend inquires of me.