meri veena ke sur saat re
meri veena ke sur saat re
sur saat re man bhat se
meri veena ke sur saat re
meri veena ke sur saat

pahle sur ne li angdayi
bas gaya man me harjai
duje sur baje sahnayi
duje sur baje sahnayi
mil gayi man ko maat re
meri veena ke sur saat re
meri veena ke sur saat

tije sur me dil ki dhadkan
kap gaya bholi ka tan man
chauthe sur me baitha dekho
chauthe sur me baitha dekho
koi lagaye ghaat re
meri veena ke sur saat re
meri veena ke sur saat

koi khada ye soch raha hai
koi khada ye soch raha hai
baki suro me kya rakha hai
soch sako to itna jano
soch sako to itna jano
badlenge din raat re
meri veena ke sur saat re
meri veena ke sur saat

Seven strings upon my soul's own lyre,
Seven strings, a heart's desire,
Seven notes, a sweet pyre.
Seven strings upon my soul's own lyre.

The first note wakes, a sudden start,
A stranger finds a home within the heart.
The second rings, a festive art,
The second rings, a festive art,
And yields to love's own dart.
Seven strings upon my soul's own lyre.

The third note beats, a whispered plea,
The body trembles, wild and free.
The fourth note waits, a hidden decree,
The fourth note waits, a hidden decree,
Where treachery may be.
Seven strings upon my soul's own lyre.

One stands and wonders, lost in thought,
One stands and wonders, lost in thought,
What secrets the other notes have brought.
If you can know, then understand,
If you can know, then understand,
That days and nights are caught.
Seven strings upon my soul's own lyre.