teri ye bindiya mujhe lagti hai aise kaise kaise
phul par titli baithi ho jaise aise kaise
tera ye aanchal lagta hai aise kaise kaise
parvat pe badal chhaya ho jaise are aise kaise
aisa lagta hai kudrat ne bhar di rup ki gagar jaise
teri ye bindiya mujhe lagti hai aise kaise kaise
phul par titli baithi ho jaise aise kaise

bechain kar rahi hain mujhko ye teri palke
bechain kar rahi hain mujhko ye teri palke
kya hoga jab teri bikhrengi ye julfe
bechain kar rahi hain mujhko ye teri palke
kya hoga jab teri bikhrengi ye julfe
hontho pe surkhiyo ka rang chha raha hai
aankho me kajal bhi itra raha hai
aisa lagta hai chhalka ho koyi prit kaa sagar jaise
teri ye bindiya mujhe lagti hai aise kaise kaise
phul par titli baithi ho jaise aise kaise

mujhe kar naa de divana naino ki ye madira
mujhe kar naa de divana naino ki ye madira
ghir ghir ke dhire dhire aayega ban ke badara
mujhe kar naa de divana naino ki ye madira
ghir ghir ke dhire dhire aayega ban ke badara
tum jo agar naa hoti divanagi naa hoti
karati ho jo tum batein girte hain moti
tum jaisa na hoga koyi lakho honge mere jaise
teri ye bindiya mujhe lagti hai aise kaise kaise
phul par titli baithi ho jaise aise kaise
tera ye aanchal lagta hai aise kaise kaise
parvat pe badal chhaya ho jaise are aise kaise
aisa lagta hai kudrat ne bhar di rup ki gagar jaise
teri ye bindiya mujhe lagti hai aise kaise kaise
phul par titli baithi ho jaise aise kaise

Your bindi, it strikes me, a wonder so deep,
Like a butterfly perched where the flowers all sleep.
Your shawl, it enfolds me, a feeling so grand,
As a cloud finds its home on a majestic land.
It seems that creation has poured forth its grace,
And filled up a vessel, in beauty and space.
Your bindi, it strikes me, a wonder so deep,
Like a butterfly perched where the flowers all sleep.

Your lashes, they stir me, with longing and fire,
Your lashes, they stir me, fueling desire.
What torment awaits when your tresses unwind?
Your lashes, they stir me, still haunting my mind.
What torment awaits when your tresses unwind?
The blush on your lips, a blossoming hue,
Kohl in your eyes, a mischievous view.
It feels like an ocean of love overflowed,
Your bindi, it strikes me, a wonder so deep,
Like a butterfly perched where the flowers all sleep.

Your eyes, a sweet nectar, might drive me insane,
Your eyes, a sweet nectar, the source of all pain.
A cloud will gather, and slowly descend,
Your eyes, a sweet nectar, my journey to end.
A cloud will gather, and slowly descend,
If you weren't present, no madness would bloom,
The words that you speak, like glistening perfume.
While millions may echo my being and form,
Your bindi, it strikes me, a wonder so deep,
Like a butterfly perched where the flowers all sleep.
Your shawl, it enfolds me, a feeling so grand,
As a cloud finds its home on a majestic land.
It seems that creation has poured forth its grace,
And filled up a vessel, in beauty and space.
Your bindi, it strikes me, a wonder so deep,
Like a butterfly perched where the flowers all sleep.