dhimi dhimi bhigi bhigi khushbu hai tera badan
dhimi dhimi bhigi bhigi khushbu hai tera badan
sulage mahake pighale dahake kyu na bahake mera man
sulage mahake pighale dahake kyu na bahake mera man
vo chali hwa ke nsha ghula
ye sama bhi hai aise dhuaa dhuaa
tera rup hai ke ye dhup hai khule baal hai kahe badliyan
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai tere jism ka ahsas hai
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai tere jism ka ahsas hai
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai
dhimi dhimi bhigi bhigi khushbu hai tera badan

sans pichhe se ruk si jati hai
tu jo pas aaye to aanch aati hai
dil ki dhadkan bhi mere sine mein
ladkhadati hai ye tera tan badan
kaisi hai agan hai jisme tu vo aag hai
balakhati hai jo tu laharati hai jo tu
lagata hai ye badan ek raag hai
vo chali hwa ke nsha ghula
ye sama bhi hai aise dhuaa dhuaa
tera rup hai ke ye dhup hai khule baal hai kahe badliyan
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai tere jism ka ahsas hai
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai tere jism ka ahsas hai
tu jo pas hai mujhe pyas hai
mujhe pyas hai tu jo pas hai

Slow, slow, a fragrance whispers on your skin,
Slow, slow, a fragrance whispers on your skin.
Burning, perfuming, melting, blazing, why then,
My heart not sway, my spirit not begin?

That breeze has passed, a drunken haze it brought,
And all the world has turned to smoky thought.
Is it your form, or sun-drenched light, unbound hair like clouds that float?
When you are near, a thirst takes hold, the feeling of your body told,
When you are near, a thirst takes hold, the feeling of your body told,
When you are near, a thirst takes hold…
Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, your fragrance on my skin.

My breath behind, it falters at the sight,
When you draw near, a burning, fierce light.
My heart's own beat within my chest,
It stumbles now, before your form, your zest.
What fire is this, in which cool streams? You, the flame, of all my dreams.
You sway and bend, you ripple and descend,
Your body feels like a song, a theme.
That breeze has passed, a drunken haze it brought,
And all the world has turned to smoky thought.
Is it your form, or sun-drenched light, unbound hair like clouds that float?
When you are near, a thirst takes hold, the feeling of your body told,
When you are near, a thirst takes hold, the feeling of your body told,
When you are near, a thirst takes hold…
I thirst… You near…