tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
hai har ang tera khuda ki nayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
hai har ang tera khuda ki nayamat
ye mere liye hai ha mere liye
tu sar se kadam tak hai meri amanat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat

ye komal se panv me payal ki chan chan
ye patali kamar me kamar band ki khan khan
ye komal se panv me payal ki chan chan
ye patali kamar me kamar band ki khan khan
tu duniya se bachna najar lag na jaye
duniya se bachna najar lag na jaye
mai karta hu sajda rahe tu salamat
mai karta hu sajda rahe tu salamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat

sanso ki garmi se hontho ki tapan
machalati jawani ki madhosh dhadkan
sanso ki garmi se hontho ki tapan
machalati jawani ki madhosh dhadkan
yu najdikiyo me bhi hai bekrari
najdikiyo me bhi hai bekrari
husno jism me hai uf kya najakat
husno jism me hai uf kya najakat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
hai har ang tera khuda ki nayamat
ye mere liye hai ha mere liye
tu sar se kadam tak hai meri amanat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat
hai har ang tera khuda ki nayamat
tarasha tarasha badan ye kayamat

Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace,
Sculpted, sculpted, a tempestuous face.
Each curve, a gift, from the hands above,
Sculpted, sculpted, a testament of love.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace,
Each curve, a gift, in this sacred space.
For me, yes, for me alone, it seems,
From head to foot, a treasure of my dreams.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace.
Sculpted, sculpted, a tempestuous face.

In delicate feet, the ankle bells chime,
Around the slim waist, a rhythm of time.
In delicate feet, the ankle bells chime,
Around the slim waist, a rhythm of time.
Guard her from the world, lest envy take hold,
Guard her from the world, a story untold.
I offer devotion, may she be safe and sound,
I offer devotion, on hallowed ground.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace.
Sculpted, sculpted, a tempestuous face.

From breath's warmth, a fever on the lips,
The wild youth throbs, as passion grips.
From breath's warmth, a fever on the lips,
The wild youth throbs, as passion grips.
Even in closeness, a longing remains,
Even in closeness, the heart still strains.
Beauty and form, oh, such sweet delight,
Beauty and form, a wondrous sight.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace,
Each curve, a gift, in this sacred space.
For me, yes, for me alone, it seems,
From head to foot, a treasure of my dreams.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace,
Each curve, a gift, in this sacred space.
Sculpted, sculpted, this form of divine grace.