roop ki rani aaja ki mujhe hai
teri tasweer banani teri tasweer banani
aaja ki mujhe hai
teri tasweer banani teri tasweer banani

ye mast ghataye ye adaao pe jawani
ye mast ghataye ye adaao pe jawani
girta hua nadiya mein pahado ka pani
girta hua nadiya mein pahado ka pani
kahata hai tere roop ki rangin kahani
kahata hai tere roop ki rangin kahani
roop ki rani aaja ki mujhe hai
teri tasweer banani teri tasweer banani

aawaj nayi hai ye meri ulfat ka asar hai
ulfat ka asar hai tujhe kuch bhi khabar hai
tu dhudh rahi hai jise wo dil to idhar hai
najar teri kidhar hai kha jaye na thokar
teri madhhosh jawani
kha jaye na thokar teri madhhosh jawani
roop ki rani aaja ki mujhe hai
teri tasweer banani teri tasweer banani

ye rahe mohabbat hai kadam jara soch dhrana
jara soch dharna duniya se na darana
phulo ki tamnna hai to kanto se hi gujrna
fariyad na karna kanto mein hi palti
mohabbat ki jawani kanto mein hi palti hai kahani
o roop ki rani aaja ki mujhe hai
teri tasweer banani teri tasweer banani
aaja ki mujhe hai teri tasweer banani
teri tasweer bannai

Queen of beauty, come to me, I must,
I must paint your portrait, your portrait.
Come to me, I must,
I must paint your portrait, your portrait.

These ecstatic clouds, youth's grace,
These ecstatic clouds, youth's grace,
The mountain's water falling in river's embrace,
The mountain's water falling in river's embrace,
Whispering tales of your beauty's colored space,
Whispering tales of your beauty's colored space,
Queen of beauty, come to me, I must,
I must paint your portrait, your portrait.

A new voice, this is love's effect,
Love's effect, do you know the impact?
The heart you seek resides here, recollect,
Where does your gaze direct, lest you stumble in the act,
Your intoxicating youth,
Lest you stumble, your intoxicating youth,
Queen of beauty, come to me, I must,
I must paint your portrait, your portrait.

These are love's paths, tread carefully,
Tread carefully, do not fear the world's decree,
If flowers you desire, thorns you must see,
Do not lament, in thorns thrives
Love's youth, in thorns thrives the story,
Oh, Queen of beauty, come to me, I must,
I must paint your portrait, your portrait.
Come to me, I must paint your portrait,
Your portrait.