khan khan khnake hath me khan khan hath me
chudi jo khanaki haatho me haye haye
chudi jo khanaki hatho me
chudi jo khanaki hatho me
yad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me
khan khan khan khan khan khan khan
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me
chudi jo khanaki haatho me

thandi thandi pawan chale tan man me haye aag lage
thandi thandi pawan chale tan man me haye aag lage
tere pyar ke chingaari ang ang me haye mere jale
rhim jhim si barsato me haye rhim jhim si barsaato me
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigie bhigi rato me
chudi jo khanaki hatho me
baaga me koyal he bole hai dekho mor papiha nache hai

abke baras haye ye saawan jaan na meri le jaye
abke baras haye ye saawan jaan na meri le jaye
dhak dhak mora jiya kare tan se chunar jab udh jaye
bole jo koyal bago me haye bole jo koyal bago me
bole jo koyal bago me haye bole jo koyal bago me
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me
khan khan khan khan khan
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me
khan khan khan khan khan
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me
khan khan khan khan khan
yaad piya ki aane lagi haye bhigi bhigi rato me

In hands, a chime, a clink, a song,
As bangles ring where they belong,
A sudden chime, a whispered plea,
His memory blooms, in nights for me,
In drenched, soft nights, his love I crave,
As bangles sing, beyond the grave.

A chilling breeze, a summer's fire,
Within my core, a deep desire,
Your love's bright spark, a burning ember,
Through every limb, I now remember,
In pouring rain, a gentle shower,
His memory blooms, hour by hour,
As bangles sing, their sweet recall.
The cuckoo's call, the peacock's dance,
I see them all, a fleeting trance.

This year's monsoon, a cruel decree,
May steal my life, and set me free,
My heart beats fast, a frantic drum,
As my scarf flies, my spirit numb,
The cuckoo's song, a mournful sound,
A circle spun, on hallowed ground,
His memory blooms, in nights for me,
As bangles sing, eternally.
In hands, a chime, a clink, a song,
His memory blooms, where I belong,
In drenched, soft nights, his love I crave,
As bangles sing, beyond the grave.
In hands, a chime, a clink, a song,
His memory blooms, where I belong,
In drenched, soft nights, his love I crave,
As bangles sing, beyond the grave.