sharma ke lajja ke mai ek jhalak dikhlau
hath kisi ke na aau
sharma ke lajja ke mai ek jhalak dikhlau
hath kisi ke na aau

tumhe dhyan nahi, malum nahi
masti me hai ye diwane
masti me hai ye diwane
tumhe dhyan nahi, malum nahi
masti me hai ye diwane
masti me hai ye diwane
ye shama jali, mahaki ye khushi
ye raj koi na jane
ye raj koi na jane
tadpake dikhake na maru ada
chali jaye, laut ke phir nahi aaye
tadpake dikhake na maru ada
chali jaye, laut ke phir nahi aaye
sharma ke lajja ke mai ek jhalak dikhlau
hath kisi ke na aau

mere lattu hansi mere dil me khushi
mere jalim panchhi aaye
mere jalim panchhi aaye
mere latu hansi mere dil me khushi
mere jalim panchhi aaye
mere jalim panchhi aaye
na mai janu, na dil jane
kab war mera tal jaye
kab war mera tal jaye
balkhake jalake yu
tir nazar se chura
balkhake jalake yu
tir nazar se chura
dil ne kisi ki na mani
sharma ke lajja ke mai ek jhalak dikhlau
hath kisi ke na aau

In Shy's blush, a fleeting glimpse I'll show,
To no grasping hand shall I bestow.
In Shy's blush, a fleeting glimpse I'll show,
To no grasping hand shall I bestow.

You heed not, unaware you roam,
In rapture's dance, the heart's true home.
In rapture's dance, the heart's true home.
You heed not, unaware you roam,
In rapture's dance, the heart's true home.
In rapture's dance, the heart's true home.
This candle burns, joy takes its flight,
A secret held from mortal sight.
A secret held from mortal sight.
To tease, to show, and not to kill with grace,
Then vanish, never to retrace.
To tease, to show, and not to kill with grace,
Then vanish, never to retrace.
In Shy's blush, a fleeting glimpse I'll show,
To no grasping hand shall I bestow.

My spinning laughter, joy within,
My cruel birds of desire begin.
My cruel birds of desire begin.
My spinning laughter, joy within,
My cruel birds of desire begin.
My cruel birds of desire begin.
I know not, nor does the heart foresee,
When fate's cruel turn will set me free.
When fate's cruel turn will set me free.
With coiling grace, I set ablaze,
From eyes, a dart, in a lover's maze.
With coiling grace, I set ablaze,
From eyes, a dart, in a lover's maze.
My heart has bowed to no one's plea,
In Shy's blush, a fleeting glimpse I'll show,
To no grasping hand shall I bestow.