suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno
na tappa na thumari, gajal hai na kajari
yeh ragini hai pyar ki
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno
na tappa na thumari, gajal hai na kajari
yeh ragini hai pyar ki
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno

tarana hamara jamane se nyara
har ek sur me dil hai dhadakta huwa
har ek bol pyara ki jaise sitara
akela gagan me chamakata huwa
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno
na tappa na thumari, gajal hai na kajari
yeh ragini hai pyar ki
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno

isharo me bolu, juban tak na kholu
nigaho se kah du samajh lo agar
na yah bekudi hai, na divanagi hai
mujhe toh lagi hai tumhari najar
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno
na tappa na thumari, gajal hai na kajari
yeh ragini hai pyar ki
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno

suno mere ji ki, meri aarju ki
tamanna yahi thi ke tum ho karib
yah chilman hata do, vah jhalki dikha do
ki abb toh jaga do hamare nasib
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno
na tappa na thumari, gajal hai na kajari
yeh ragini hai pyar ki
suno ji suno hamari bhi suno
aji maharban hamari bhi suno

Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.
No *tappa*, no *thumri*, nor ghazal's art,
This is love's own, pure, beating heart.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.
No *tappa*, no *thumri*, nor ghazal's art,
This is love's own, pure, beating heart.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.

My song, a world apart, so true,
Each note, a heart that pulses through.
Each word, a star, serenely bright,
Alone it gleams within the night.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.
No *tappa*, no *thumri*, nor ghazal's art,
This is love's own, pure, beating heart.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea.

In glances speak, my lips sealed tight,
If you but see with inner sight.
No madness here, no frenzy's hold,
Your gaze, a story to be told.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.
No *tappa*, no *thumri*, nor ghazal's art,
This is love's own, pure, beating heart.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea.

Hear my soul's desire, my deep request,
My only longing, to be blessed.
Lift up the veil, the glimpse reveal,
Awaken now, what fate conceal.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.
No *tappa*, no *thumri*, nor ghazal's art,
This is love's own, pure, beating heart.
Hearken, oh listen, heed my plea,
Gracious one, attend to me.