hamari iss najakat ko, kayamat se na kam samajho
hamein ai yeh chahanewalo, na mitti ka sanam samajho
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
hire moti jadate hai, thoda sona lagata hai
aisa gora badan tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
hire moti jadate hai, thoda sona lagata hai
aisa gora badan tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, thoda shisha lagata hai

o dil ko pyar ka rog lagake, jakhm banane padate hain
khun-e jigar se armano ke, phul khilane padate hain
dil ko pyar ka rog lagake, jakhm banane padate hain
khun-e jigar se armano ke, phul khilane padate hain
dard hajaron uthate hai, kitane kante chubhate hain
kaliyon ka chaman tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
hire moti jadate hai, thoda sona lagata hai
aisa gora badan tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, thoda shisha lagata hai
o ho o o

hasake do batein kya kar li, tum toh ban baithe saiyan
pehale inaka mol toh puchho, phir pakado hamari baiyan
hasake do batein kya kar li, tum toh ban baithe saiyan
pehale inaka mol toh puchho, phir pakado hamari baiyan
dil daulat duniya tino pyar mein koyi hare toh
woh mera sajan tab bana hai
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
hire moti jadate hai, thoda sona lagata hai
aisa gora badan tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, ho thoda shisha lagata hai
hire moti jadate hai, thoda sona lagata hai
aisa gora badan tab banata hai
thoda resham lagata hai, thoda shisha lagata hai
o ho o o aa aa aa o o o o

Consider this grace, a judgment of the soul,
Do not mistake us for idols of dust.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Diamonds and pearls are set, some gold is spent,
Such a fair form is then made.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Diamonds and pearls are set, some gold is spent,
Such a fair form is then made.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid.

To the heart, a love's disease must be applied, wounds must be made,
With the blood of the heart, the flowers of longing must be bloomed.
To the heart, a love's disease must be applied, wounds must be made,
With the blood of the heart, the flowers of longing must be bloomed.
Thousands of pains arise, how many thorns prick,
Only then does a garden of buds take form.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Diamonds and pearls are set, some gold is spent,
Such a fair form is then made.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid.
Oh, ho, oh, oh.

For a few smiling words, you became my love,
First, ask of our worth, then hold my hand.
For a few smiling words, you became my love,
First, ask of our worth, then hold my hand.
Heart, wealth, world, all three, if one loses in love,
Only then does that one become my beloved.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Diamonds and pearls are set, some gold is spent,
Such a fair form is then made.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid,
Diamonds and pearls are set, some gold is spent,
Such a fair form is then made.
Some silk is needed, some glass is laid.
Oh, ho, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh.