apne hontho ki
apne hontho ki bansi bana le mujhe
meri saanso me teri saans ghul jaaye
aarazu to hamaari bhi hai ye magar
dar hai mausam kahi na badal jaaye
apne hontho ki bansi bana le mujhe
meri saanso me teri saans ghul jaaye

dekha tujhe, chadha ye kaisa nasha
chali ye kaisi hava, bhule ham ghar ka pata, ho ho
dekha tujhe, chadha ye kaisa nasha
chali ye kaisi hava, bhule ham ghar ka pata
ab to nahi hamse hona juda
apni baaho ka ghunghat udha de mujhe
pyaar ki ye na doli nikal jaaye
aarazu to hamaari bhi hai ye magar
dar hai mausam kahi na badal jaaye

ye to bata, kaha rakhu ye kamal
zidagaani hai meri, ret ka ek mahal, ho ho
ye to bata, kaha rakhu ye kamal
zidagaani hai meri, ret ka ek mahal
yaad jaise ho koi aati gazal
apni raato ka dipak bana le mujhe
ye sulagati hui shaam jal jaaye
apne hontho ki bansi bana le mujhe
meri saanso me teri saans ghul jaaye

paas to aa, ye din mar jaane ka hai
ho ye din kuch khone ka hai, ye din kuch pane ka hai
paas to aa, ye din mar jaane ka hai
ho ye din kuch khone ka hai, ye din kuch pane ka hai
mausam ye ruthne manaane ka hai
apne daaman ki khushbu bana le mujhe
dil ke sune me koi phul khil jaaye
aarazu to hamaari bhi hai ye magar
dar hai mausam kahi na badal jaaye
apne hontho ki bansi bana le mujhe
meri saanso me teri saans ghul jaaye

Shape my lips, a flute of your design,
Let your breath within my breath entwine.
This longing burns within my core,
But fear the shifting of the seasonal lore.
Shape my lips, a flute of your design,
Let your breath within my breath entwine.

Gazing at you, a নেশা takes hold,
A wind arises, a story untold, forgetting our home.
Gazing at you, a নেশা takes hold,
A wind arises, a story untold.
Now, never from you shall I stray.
With your arms, my veil portray,
Lest the love's procession should depart.
This longing burns within my heart,
But fear the shifting of the seasonal lore.

Tell me, where shall I place this lotus bloom?
My life, a castle built within the dune.
Tell me, where shall I place this lotus bloom?
My life, a castle built within the dune.
Like a Ghazal, a memory that you assume
Make me the lamp within your night,
Lest this smoldering evening should ignite.
Shape my lips, a flute of your design,
Let your breath within my breath entwine.

Come closer, for this is the day to die,
A day of losing, beneath the sky,
A day of gaining, I can't deny.
Come closer, for this is the day to die,
A day of losing, I can't deny.
This season of anger, and then to try.
Make me the fragrance of your embrace,
Lest a flower bloom within the heart's lone space.
This longing burns within my core,
But fear the shifting of the seasonal lore.
Shape my lips, a flute of your design,
Let your breath within my breath entwine.