ae tu kya hai tujh jaise kai
is pyar ke khatir rote hai
ae tu kya hai tujh jaise kai
is pyar ke khatir rote hai
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
kai aashiq paida hote hai
ae tu kya hai tujh jaise kai
is pyar ke khatir rote hai
ah tu kya hai

mere husn pe likh gaye afsane
kai firte hai ban ban diwane
mere husn pe likh gaye afsane
kai firte hai ban ban diwane
ik naaz bhari jo najar uthi to
tut gaye kai paimane
kai apni mithi nindo me mere hi khab pirote hai
kai apni mithi nindo me mere hi khab pirote hai
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
kai aashiq paida hote hai
ae tu kya hai tujh jaise kai
is pyar ke khatir rote hai
ah tu kya hai

main kabse khadi teri raaho me
ha utra ja tu meri nigaho me
main kabse khadi teri raaho me
ha utra ja tu meri nigaho me
jalte hai log to jalne de tu
bharle mujhko baaho me
jo shamma pe mit jate hai
wo hi parwane hote hai
jo shamma pe mit jate hai
wo hi parwane hote hai
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
mere ik paanv ki thokar se
kai aashiq paida hote hai
ae tu kya hai tujh jaise kai
is pyar ke khatir rote hai
ah tu kya hai

Who are you, when countless like you,
Weep for this love, in sorrow's hue?
Who are you, when countless like you,
Weep for this love, in sorrow's hue?
From the stumble of my single foot,
From the stumble of my single foot,
Many lovers, new, take root.
Who are you, when countless like you,
Weep for this love, in sorrow's hue?
Ah, who are you?

Legends of my beauty they have spun,
Madly circling, by the setting sun.
Legends of my beauty they have spun,
Madly circling, by the setting sun.
A glance of grace, a fleeting sight,
Shattered the measures, lost to light.
In sweet slumber, my dreams they weave,
In sweet slumber, my dreams they weave.
From the stumble of my single foot,
From the stumble of my single foot,
Many lovers, new, take root.
Who are you, when countless like you,
Weep for this love, in sorrow's hue?
Ah, who are you?

For you, I've waited in every way,
Descend, now, into my gaze this day.
For you, I've waited in every way,
Descend, now, into my gaze this day.
Let them burn, those who can't bear,
Embrace me, find solace there.
They who vanish in the candle's gleam,
They who vanish in the candle's gleam,
Are the moths that truly dream.
From the stumble of my single foot,
From the stumble of my single foot,
Many lovers, new, take root.
Who are you, when countless like you,
Weep for this love, in sorrow's hue?
Ah, who are you?