ye dilnashi najare karte hai kya ishare
ye kon parbato se chup kar mujhe pukare
ye dilnashi najare karte hai kya ishare
ye kon parbato se chup kar mujhe pukare

ban-ban me gunjati hai kiski hasi sadaye
dil ki jawa umange rah-rah ke chonk jaye
ban-ban me gunjati hai kiski hasi sadaye
dil ki jawa umange rah-rah ke chonk jaye
chupke se aake sei bathe mere sahare
ye kon parbato se chhup kar mujhe pukare
ye dilnashi najare karte hai kya ishara
ye kon parbato se chhup kar mujhe pukare

phulo ki aut le kar ye kon muskaye
pal-pal gujar rahe hai kiske badan ke saye
phulo ki aut le kar ye kon muskaye
pal-pal gujar rahe hai kiske badan ke saye
pairo ke kuch nishan hai sach much nadi kinare
ye kon parbato se chhup kar mujhe pukare

sab kuch lage afsana sab kuch lage kahani
chehre se uske chukar har subah ho suhani
sab kuch lage afsana sab kuch lage kahani
chehre se uske chukar har subah ho suhani
uski hasi churaye raato se chand tare
ye kon parbato se chhup kar mujhe pukare
ye dilnashi najare karte hai kya ishara
ye kon parbato se chhup kar mujhe pukare

These alluring vistas, what secrets do they keep?
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains steep?
These alluring vistas, what secrets do they keep?
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains steep?

Whose laughter echoes through the forest's breath?
My youthful heart, startled, dances near to death.
Whose laughter echoes through the forest's breath?
My youthful heart, startled, dances near to death.
Silently, someone leans upon my care.
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains there?
These alluring vistas, what secrets do they keep?
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains steep?

From behind the flowers, whose smile takes hold?
Whose body's shadows, moment by moment, unfold?
From behind the flowers, whose smile takes hold?
Whose body's shadows, moment by moment, unfold?
Footprints remain, truly, on the river's shore.
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains more?

All seems a fable, a story yet untold,
Touching their face, each dawn, a joy to behold.
All seems a fable, a story yet untold,
Touching their face, each dawn, a joy to behold.
Stealing their laughter, from moon and stars at night,
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountain's height?
These alluring vistas, what secrets do they keep?
Who calls to me, hidden, from mountains steep?