pal pal bekal man kyu chanchal
gun gun gaati hawaye
palkon mein yu laakhon sapne
jaane kahan se laaye
aasmaai rangon mein duba
meri aakhon ka har ek nazara
leharati hui lahro pe
dur jaata hua ek shikara
pal pal bekal man kyu chanchal
gun gun gaati hawaye
palkon mein yu laakhon sapne
jaane kahan se laaye

lehki lehki, chahki chahki
satrangi saari dishaye
thamti chalti, chalti thamthi
maddham si ye fizaye
ye nazare deewana banaye
haule haule dhadkhan churaye
aasmaai rangon mein duba
meri aakhon ka har ek nazara
leharati hui lahro pe
dur jaata hua ek shikara

ithlaati si, balkhaati si
ye titliya man lubhaye
behki mehki do dhule bhi
saanson ko mehkaaye
main deewaani ho na jau
dheere dheere main kho na jau
aasmaai rangon mein duba
meri aakhon ka har ek nazara
leharati hui lahro pe
dur jaata hua ek shikara

Why restless heart, with fleeting flight,
As breezes hum a whispered song?
Where do these dreams, in shadows bright,
To slumbering eyelids all belong?
Drenched in the hues of heaven's grace,
Each sight, a vision, newly spun.
Upon the waves, a fading trace,
A shikara sailing, life begun.
Why restless heart, with fleeting flight,
As breezes hum a whispered song?
Where do these dreams, in shadows bright,
To slumbering eyelids all belong?

Dancing, trilling, bursting forth,
The rainbowed realms, in vibrant bloom.
A gentle hush upon the earth,
Where whispered secrets fill the room.
These visions, madness they impart,
And steal the beating of my breast.
Drenched in the hues of heaven's art,
Each sight, a soul-awakened quest.
Upon the waves, a fading trace,
A shikara sailing, life's deep call.

Teasing, turning, butterflies,
Enchant the heart, with graceful sway.
Two clouds of fragrance softly rise,
And scent the breath, along the way.
Lest I should lose myself to zeal,
Lest I should wander, far from shore.
Drenched in the hues, my heart does feel,
Each sight, forevermore.
Upon the waves, a fading trace,
A shikara sailing, to the core.