khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye
jab tak mere vajud ke ander utar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye
jab tak mere vajud ke ander utar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye

main kiske hath bheju, use aaj ki dua
main kiske hath bheju, use aaj ki dua
kaasip, hawa, sitara koi
uske ghar na jaye
kaasip, hawa, sitara koi
uske ghar na jaye
jab tak mere vajud ke ander utar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye

is khauf se wo saath nibhane ke haq me hai
is khauf se wo saath nibhane ke haq me hai
khokar mujhe ye ladki
kahin dukh se mar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye

?khud bhulne bhi honth ke ye apni mawam
?khud bhulne bhi honth ke ye apni mawam
chori tamam rang ke
titli ke sar na jaye
chori tamam rang ke
titli ke sar na jaye
jab tak mere vajud ke ander utar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye
jab tak mere vajud ke ander utar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, to chhu ke badan ko
gujar na jaye
khushbu hai wo, khushbu hai wo
khushbu hai wo

A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger,
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger,
Until she descends, within my being's core.
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger.

To whose hand shall I send, today's prayer?
To whose hand shall I send, today's prayer?
O Messenger, wind, star, none,
shall reach her door.
O Messenger, wind, star, none,
shall reach her door,
Until she descends, within my being's core.
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger.

From this fear, she favors staying by my side,
From this fear, she favors staying by my side,
Lest, losing me, this girl,
should perish in sorrow.
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger.

Even forgetting these lips, their own words,
Even forgetting these lips, their own words,
Stealing all the colors,
lest they alight on the butterfly's head.
Stealing all the colors,
lest they alight on the butterfly's head,
Until she descends, within my being's core.
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger.
Until she descends, within my being's core.
A fragrance she is, that brushes the skin,
and does not linger.
A fragrance she is, a fragrance she is,
A fragrance she is.