ye aankho se aankho ka milna hai kya
bina bole hotho ka hilna hai kya
mujhe inka matlab to samjhaiye
khayalo me phulo ka khilna hai kya
na yu chup raho mujhko aawaz do
mujhe ghunt ke marne ki aadat nahi
batao tumhe

batao tumhe pyar kaise karu
batao tumhe pyar kaise karu
mujhe pyar karne ki aadat nahi
mai jaisa bhi hu ha jaisa bhi hu
samne hu khada
mujhe kuch chhupane ki aadat nahi
batao tumhe pyar kaise karu
mujhe pyar karne ki aadat nahi

ye aankho se aankho ka milna hai kya
ye aankho se aankho ka milna hai kya
bina bole hotho ka hilna hai kya
mujhe inka matlab to samjhaiye
khayalo me phulo ka khilna hai kya
na yu chup raho mujhko aawaz do
na yu chup raho mujhko aawaz do
mujhe ghunt ke marne ki aadat nahi

mujhe itni fursat mili hai kaha
mujhe itni fursat mili hai kaha
jo padta tumhare nayan ki gajal
mujhe aaj lagta hai sach man lo
ye chehara nahi hai gulabi kamal
ye dil kaise chori kiya jayega
ye dil kaise chori kiya jayega
mujhe dil churane ki aadat nahi

mujhe kuch huya hai pata hai tumhe
badi nam hawa hai pata hai tumhe
badan jal raha hai rago me magar
lahu zam gaya hai pata hai tumhe

lo sar jhuk gaya hai tumhe kya khabar
lo sar jhuk gaya hai tumhe kya khabar
mujhe sar jhukane ki aadat nahi
mai jaisa bhi hu ha jaisa bhi hu
samne hu khada
mujhe kuch chhupane ki aadat nahi
batao tumhe pyar kaise karu
mujhe pyar karne ki aadat nahi

What is this meeting of eyes, a glance?
What is this trembling of lips, unspoken dance?
Explain their meanings to me, if you please.
Is this blooming of flowers, a thought's expanse?
Do not be silent, give me your voice.
I'm not one who dies a slow, silent death.
Tell me,

Tell me how to love you now,
Tell me how to love you now.
I'm not accustomed to love's art.
As I am, yes, just as I am,
I stand before you,
I've no habit of hiding my heart.
Tell me how to love you now,
I'm not accustomed to love's art.

What is this meeting of eyes, a glance?
What is this meeting of eyes, a glance?
What is this trembling of lips, unspoken dance?
Is this blooming of flowers, a thought's expanse?
Do not be silent, give me your voice.
Do not be silent, give me your voice.
I'm not one who dies a slow, silent death.

Where is the leisure for me, to find?
Where is the leisure for me, to find?
To read the gazal in your eyes defined.
Believe me now, I feel it so,
This face is not a lotus, rosy-lined.
How will this heart be stolen away?
How will this heart be stolen away?
I've no habit of stealing hearts away.

Something has happened to me, you know.
The air is heavy, you know.
My body burns, in my veins the fire,
But the blood has frozen, you know.

My head now bows, you do not see.
My head now bows, you do not see.
I've no habit of bowing my head to thee.
As I am, yes, just as I am,
I stand before you,
I've no habit of hiding my heart.
Tell me how to love you now,
I'm not accustomed to love's art.