shamal shamal baran komal komal charan
tere mukhade pe chanda, gagan kaa jada
bade mann se widhata ne tujhko ghada

tere baalo me simatee saawan kee ghata
tere gaalo pe chhitakee, punam kee chhata
tikhe tikhe nayan mithhe mithhe bayaan
tere ango pe chanpa kaa rang chadha
bade mann se widhata ne tujhko ghada

yeh umar, yeh kamar, sau sau bal kha rahee
teree tirachhee najar tir barasa rahee
naajuk naajuk badan dhime dhime chalan
tere bankee latak me hain jaadu bada
bade mann se widhata ne tujhko ghada

kis paras se sona yeh takara gaya
tuje rachakar chitera bhee chakara gaya
naa idhar ja saka, naa udhar ja saka
rah gaya dekhata woh khada hee khada
bade mann se widhata ne tujhko ghada

Dark, a dark hue,
Soft, the steps you pursue.
On your face, a moon, heaven-borne,
With great care, you were formed, at dawn.

In your hair, the monsoon's hush, ah~
On your cheeks, the full moon's blush, oh, the blush,
Sharp, your eyes' fire,
Sweet, the words you inspire.
On your limbs, the champak's hue,
With great care...

Oh, this life, this waist, a hundred curves it makes,
Your sideways glance, a shower of flakes.
Delicate, your frame,
Slow, your gait's claim.
In your graceful sway, a magic's call,
With great care...

What touch of gold did you meet,
That the artist was left incomplete?
He could not go here,
Nor could go there,
He just stood, watching, and felt the heat.
With great care...