Madan Mohan

Pretty lady pretty lady pretty lady
Can’t take my eyes off you
Pretty lady pretty lady pretty lady

Jhumaka gira re bareli ke baazaar men jhumaka gira re

Nainonwaali ne haay mera dil luta
Nainonwaali, bholibhaali, ek matawaali ne haay mera dil luta
Nainonwaali ne, bholibhaali ne
Dil mera luta, dil mera luta, dil mera luta

Bujhane lagi hai shamma tere intajaar ki
Ab a bhi ja ki tut chali as pyaar ki

Dekhun kab tak teri main raah sajana

Mere bichhade saathi sunata ja
Mere git hain tere lie

Kal jo lagi thi tere gale se
Aj wo birahan path men padi hai
Paanw ke niche jalati hai dharati
Sar pe birah ki dhup khadi hai

Chhaai barakha bahaar, pade angana fuhaar
Saiyyaan ake gale lag ja, lag ja

Ek to barakha ag lagaae
Duje purawiya baan chalaae
Fir usape tu bhi tarasaae
Koi chaina kaise paae
Jiya lahara ke rah jaae

Main teri nazar ka surur hun
Tujhe yaad ho ke na yaad ho
Tere paas rah ke bhi dur hun
Tujhe yaad ho ke na yaad ho
Teri zulf hai mera haath hai
Ki tu aj bhi mere saath hai
Tere dil men main bhi zarur hun

Raahi tha main awaara
Firata tha maara-maara
Tere shahar men akar ek din
Chamaka taqadir ka taara

Rasm-e-ulfat ko nibhaaen to nibhaaen kaise
Har taraf ag hai daaman ko bachaaen kaise

Dil ki raahon men uthhaate hain jo duniyaawaale
Koi kah de ki wo diwaar giraaen kaise

Teri chamakati ankhon ke age ye sitaaren kuchh bhi nahin
Tu jo baढ़a de haath zara duniya ke sahaare kuchh bhi nahin