roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain

roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain

chanchal chaal hiraniya jaisi, bholi bhali lagti hain
rup ka sagar hokar bhi, wo sadepan se sajti hain
chanchal chaal hiraniya jaisi, bholi bhali lagti hain
rup ka sagar hokar bhi, wo sadepan se sajti hain
khilkar phul bikhar jate hain, wo aise muskati hain
khilkar phul bikhar jate hain, wo aise muskati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain

uski payal ki chhan chhan se
mausam rang badalte hain
uske bindiya ki cham cham se
chand aur taare jalte hain
uski payal ki chhan chhan se
mausam rang badalte hain
uske bindiya ki cham cham se
chand aur taare jalte hain
khaabo me bhi aa jaye to, meri nind udati hain
khaabo me bhi aa jaye to, meri nind udati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
roj mulakate hoti hain, baat nahi ho pati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain
wo pagli mujhse milne ko, sakhiyo ke sang aati hain

Days converge, yet words remain unspoken,
Days converge, the silence deeply broken.
She comes, a vision, with her maiden train,
To meet with me, again and again.

Days converge, yet words remain unspoken,
Days converge, the silence deeply broken.
She comes, a vision, with her maiden train,
To meet with me, again and again.

Her gait, a deer's dance, forever free,
Her innocence, a world for only me.
A sea of beauty, yet she finds her grace,
In simple robes, in time and space.
As blossoms fall when her smile takes flight,
As blossoms fall, bathed in golden light.
She comes, a vision, with her maiden train,
To meet with me, again and again.

Her anklets' chime, a rhythm in the air,
That paints the seasons, beyond compare.
Her bindi's gleam, a star's eternal fire,
That sets the moon and stars alight higher.
Her anklets' chime, a rhythm in the air,
That paints the seasons, beyond compare.
Her bindi's gleam, a star's eternal fire,
That sets the moon and stars alight higher.
Even in dreams, she steals my sleep away,
Even in dreams, she steals the light of day.
She comes, a vision, with her maiden train,
To meet with me, again and again.
Days converge, yet words remain unspoken,
Days converge, the silence deeply broken.
She comes, a vision, with her maiden train,
To meet with me, again and again.