do nainan ke milan ko do naina bulaaye
jab naina ho saamane to naina jhuk jaaye

o pachhi pyaare saajha sakhaare
bole tu kaun si boli bata re bole tu kaun si boli
o pachhi pyaare saajha sakhaare
bole tu kaun si boli bata re bole tu kaun si boli

mai to pachhi pinjare ki maina, pankh mere bekaar
bich hamare saath re saagar, kaise chalu us paar
kaise chalu us paar
o pachhi pyaare saajha sakhaare
bole tu kaun si boli bata re bole tu kaun si boli

phaagun mahina phuli bagiya, aam jhare amraai
mai khidaki se chup chup dekhu, ritu basant ki aayi
ritu basant ki aayi
o pachhi pyaare saajha sakhaare
bole tu kaun si boli bata re bole tu kaun si boli
o pachhi pyaare saajha sakhaare
bole tu kaun si boli bata re bole tu kaun si boli

Two eyes meet, a yearning untold,
Two eyes beckon, stories of old.
When eyes meet, a humble grace,
As glances fall in that sacred space.

Oh, my dear bird, in evening's gleam,
Tell me, what whispers fill your dream?
What tongue do you speak, in twilight's hush?
Oh, my dear bird, in evening's rush.

A caged bird I, with useless wings,
Seven seas between, longing sings.
How can I cross, this ocean vast?
How can I reach, that future cast?
Oh, my dear bird, in evening's gleam,
Tell me, what whispers fill your dream?
What tongue do you speak, in twilight's hush?
Oh, my dear bird, in evening's rush.

Spring arrives, the garden blooms,
Mangoes fall, dispelling glooms.
From my window, I softly view,
The season's dance, forever new.
The season's dance, in vibrant hue.
Oh, my dear bird, in evening's gleam,
Tell me, what whispers fill your dream?
What tongue do you speak, in twilight's hush?
Oh, my dear bird, in evening's rush.