Patle Patle Hotho Ki hai
rangagilyi muskan
chandi ki chunri me chhupakr
layi hu main paan

haraa haraa haraa haraa
haraa haraa haraa haraa
jaadoo bhara paan koi chakhle jara
hotho pe rkha le jara
pal me ho jaye mera
haraa haraa haraa haraa
haraa haraa haraa haraa
jaadoo bhara paan koi chakhle jara
hotho pe rkha le jara
pal me ho jaye mera
haraa haraa haraa haraa

chahne wale hazar ik meri jaan
chakhne wale besumar ik mera paan
chahne wale hazar ik meri jaan
chakhne wale besumar ik mera paan
kis ko hain kahun main kis ko na kahun main
kis ko aa kahun main kis ko kya kahun mian
haraa haraa haraa haraa
haraa haraa haraa haraa
jaadoo bhara paan koi chakhle jara
hotho pe rkha le jara
pal me ho jaye mera
haraa haraa haraa haraa

chanchal kis van kya bhoye kya maan hain
gisi piti aakhiyo ke jaadoo barmar hai
chanchal kis van kya bhoye kya maan hain
gisi piti aakhiyo ke jaadoo barmar hai
koi kahe maraa maraa koi phire dara dara
ki kahe bach na jara jaadoo mera
haraa haraa haraa haraa

From lips so thin, a painted smile takes flight,
Veiled in silver, a secret I impart,
A paan I bring, hidden from the light.

Green, green, green, green,
Green, green, green, green.
Magic-filled paan, let someone taste,
Upon their lips, let it be embraced,
In an instant, they'll belong to me.
Green, green, green, green,
Green, green, green, green.
Magic-filled paan, let someone taste,
Upon their lips, let it be embraced,
In an instant, they'll belong to me.
Green, green, green, green.

Thousands desire me, my life's sweet core,
But few will taste this paan I hold in store.
Thousands desire me, my life's sweet core,
But few will taste this paan I hold in store.
To whom shall I speak, to whom deny?
To whom to call, to whom to reply?
Green, green, green, green,
Green, green, green, green.
Magic-filled paan, let someone taste,
Upon their lips, let it be embraced,
In an instant, they'll belong to me.
Green, green, green, green.

Restless in the forest, what's its worth?
The worn eyes' magic, a captivating birth.
Restless in the forest, what's its worth?
The worn eyes' magic, a captivating birth.
Some say I'm dead, some fear and flee,
Some whisper, "You won't escape, you'll see."
Come, my magic, take hold of thee!
Green, green, green, green.