usme kya hai jo mujhme nahi hai
meri jawani me kaha kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai
usme kya hai jo mujhme nahi hai
meri jawani me kaha kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai

chehre pe mere hai noor aisa, thahre na mujhpe najare kisi ki
dekhe mujhe jo jhume farisate, aadmi ki aaukat kya
chehre pe mere hai noor aisa, thahre na mujhpe najare kisi ki
dekhe mujhe jo jhume farisate, aadmi ki aaukat kya
bolo na kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai
usme kya hai jo mujhme nahi hai
meri jawani me kaha kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai

ango me narmi angur jaisi, aanko se meri chalke gulabi
mera tarasha gora badan ye, aaina hai hasin pyar ka
ango me narmi angur jaisi, aanko se meri chalke gulabi
mera tarasha gora badan ye, aaina hai hasin pyar ka
hai na kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai
usme kya hai jo mujhme nahi hai
meri jawani me kaha kya kami hai
kaho kya kami hai, kaho kya kami hai
bolo kya kami hai, aisi kya kami hai

What flame in her that's not in me?
What lack resides within my bloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?
What flame in her that's not in me?
What lack resides within my bloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?

My face, a radiant, sacred light,
That holds the gaze of no mere eye.
The angels sway, beholding me,
What chance has man beneath the sky?
My face, a radiant, sacred light,
That holds the gaze of no mere eye.
The angels sway, beholding me,
What chance has man beneath the sky?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?
What flame in her that's not in me?
What lack resides within my bloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?

My limbs, as soft as ripened grape,
From my eyes, a blush of rose doth flow.
My carved white form, a mirror bright,
Reflects a love that all shall know.
My limbs, as soft as ripened grape,
From my eyes, a blush of rose doth flow.
My carved white form, a mirror bright,
Reflects a love that all shall know.
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?
What flame in her that's not in me?
What lack resides within my bloom?
Tell me, what's amiss, what's missing?
Speak, what's the flaw, the fading gloom?