bindiya darpan me laga ke
jab jab dekhun main sharma ke
ho bindiya darpan me laga ke
jab jab dekhun main sharma ke
lagta kan me koi jaise
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re

kaajal bhi mera kaajal bhi
mujhko chhede hain suni rato me
hay aanchal bhi mera aanchal bhi
muskurake aankho aankho me
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re

payal bhi mera payal bhi
mujhe kahti hai tu hain lakho me
are kangna bhi mera kangna bhi
itrate baato baato me
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re

bindiya darpan me laga ke
jab jab dekhun main sharma ke
ho bindiya darpan me laga ke
jab jab dekhun main sharma ke
lagta kan me koi jaise
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re
chupke se dhire se bole, din pyar ke aaye re

With a bindi's glint in mirrored gaze,
Each shy glance, a blush that softly sways,
Oh, the bindi's whisper, soft and low,
As I blush and turn, and start to glow,
A secret spoken, a tender plea,
"The days of love now come to thee."
"The days of love now come to thee."

My kohl, it teases, dark and deep,
In silent nights, where secrets sleep,
My veil, it smiles, a hidden grace,
Across my eyes, a knowing space,
A secret spoken, a tender plea,
"The days of love now come to thee."
"The days of love now come to thee."

My anklets chime, a joyous sound,
Proclaiming, "You are beauty found,"
My bangles clink, with playful pride,
In whispered words, they gently glide,
A secret spoken, a tender plea,
"The days of love now come to thee."
"The days of love now come to thee."

With a bindi's glint in mirrored gaze,
Each shy glance, a blush that softly sways,
Oh, the bindi's whisper, soft and low,
As I blush and turn, and start to glow,
A secret spoken, a tender plea,
"The days of love now come to thee."
"The days of love now come to thee."