pothi padh padh jag mua, pandit bhaya na koy
dhai akshar prem ka, padhe so pandit hoy

teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai
hamane duniya se alag ganv basa rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai

meri kismat ki lakiro ko sajaya tune
ek nachiz ko fanakar banaya tune
mai ne har bol tera dil me saja rakha hai
hamane duniya se alag ganv basa rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai

mai ne gito se chhavi teri banayi baraso
dur rah kar tujhe avaz sunayi baraso
kis liye tu ne mujhe gair bana rakha hai
hamane duniya se alag ganv basa rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai

tujhako din rat khayalo me hai puja mai ne
tere pairo ke nishan par kiya sajada mai ne
bandagi me tere sar ab bhi jhuka rakha hai
hamane duniya se alag ganv basa rakha hai
teri tasavir ko sine se laga rakha hai

Lost in tomes, the world consumed, no sage was born of lore,
Love's two and a half alphabets, the true scholar's core.
Your image, held against my heart, a secret I embrace,
Your image, held against my heart, in a world I have a space.
Your image, held against my heart, in a world I have a space.
Apart from this world, a village I have made.

My fate's etched lines, you adorned with grace,
A humble soul, you shaped with art's embrace.
Each word of yours, within my heart, a cherished place,
Apart from this world, a village I have made.
Your image, held against my heart, in a world I have a space.

For years, I built your form in songs I'd weave,
From afar, your voice, my soul did receive.
Why have you kept me distant, a stranger's plea?
Apart from this world, a village I have made.
Your image, held against my heart, in a world I have a space.

In thought, I worshiped you, day and night,
Upon your footprints, I bowed in light.
In devotion's hold, my head still bends low,
Apart from this world, a village I have made.
Your image, held against my heart, in a world I have a space.