aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi
dhadkano me hai tufan uthe
or sanso me halchal si hai
soye soye se arman jage
har tamanna bhi ghayal si hai
kahne lagi hai ye dil ki lagi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi

mahke hue pyar ke lamhe
chhed rahe dil ko hamare
hoke khafa jane lage ho
aaye jo hum paas tumhare
jidd chhod bhi do ab tod bhi do
ye fasle meri ja
acchhi nahi is kadar berukhi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi

masti bhari shokh hawaye
dekho ye kya jadu jagaye
ho rut me nasha ghulne laga hai
kaise bhala hosh me aaye
baho ka apni de do sahara
kahta hai dil ye sanam
badhne lagi hai ye diwangi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi
dhadkano me hai tufan uthe
or sanso me halchal si hai
soye soye se arman jage
har tamanna bhi ghayal si hai
kahne lagi hai ye dil ki lagi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi
aao humse pyar kar lo chhodo ye narajgi

Come, love me, let your anger cease,
Come, love me, let your anger cease.
A tempest stirs within the heart's deep core,
And in my breath, a restless, rushing lore.
Awakened dreams now stir from slumber deep,
Each longing wounded, secrets they do keep.
My heart's own fire whispers its plea,
Come, love me, let your anger flee.
Come, love me, let your anger flee.

Moments of love, a scented breeze,
Now stir the secrets of my heart's unease.
You turn away, with shadows in your eyes,
When I draw near, beneath the starlit skies.
Give up this pride, this wall you softly made,
Shatter the distance, my soul's cascade.
Such cold indifference is not the way,
Come, love me, let your anger sway.

These playful winds, with mischief in their flight,
Awaken magic in the fading light.
The season's kiss, a heady, sweet delight,
How can I hold my senses, in the night?
Embrace me now, within your arms' warm hold,
My heart implores, a story to be told.
This sweet madness starts to take its hold on me,
Come, love me, let your anger flee.
A tempest stirs within the heart's deep core,
And in my breath, a restless, rushing lore.
Awakened dreams now stir from slumber deep,
Each longing wounded, secrets they do keep.
My heart's own fire whispers its plea,
Come, love me, let your anger flee.
Come, love me, let your anger cease.