chandan sa badan chanchal chitvan
dhire se tera ye muskana
dhire se tera ye muskana
mujhe dosh na dena jag walo
mujhe dosh na dena jag walo
ho jaau agar main divana
chandan sa badan chanchal chitvan

ye kaam kaman bhave teri
palko ke kinare kajrare
mathe pe sinduri surat
hontho pe dahkate angare
saya bhi jo tera pad jaye
saya bhi jo tera pad jaye
aabad ho dil ka virana
chandan sa badan chancal chitvan

tan bhi sundar man bhi sundar
tu sundarta ki murat hai
kisi aur ko shayad kam hogi
mujhe teri bahut zarurat hai
pahale bhi bahut main tarsa hu
pahale bhi bahut main tarsa hu
tu aur na mujh ko tarsana
chandan sa badan chanchal chitvan

Like sandalwood, your form, a restless gaze,
Your smile, a gentle, whispered grace,
Your smile, a gentle, whispered grace.
Do not fault me, world, if I,
Do not fault me, world, if I,
Should lose myself in a fevered haze,
Like sandalwood, your form, a restless gaze.

Your brows, a bow, a hunter's art,
Kohl-lined eyes that set aflame,
A vermillion sun upon your brow,
Your lips, like embers, whispering flame.
Should even your shadow touch my soul,
Should even your shadow touch my soul,
The desolate heart will bloom again,
Like sandalwood, your form, a restless gaze.

Body and soul, a perfect art,
You are beauty's very form and light,
Perhaps others lack your pull,
I crave you, with all of my might.
I have yearned for you so long,
I have yearned for you so long,
Do not delay, do not deny my plight,
Like sandalwood, your form, a restless gaze.