dil beqasur hai kitna par hai ye zarur hai fitna
jaane ye jalna, seekhe na bujhna
meethi si zidd hai sajna zid ki had hai sajna
dil beqasur hai kitna par hai ye zarur hai fitna
jaane ye jalna, seekhe na bujhna
meethi si zidd hai sajna zid ki had hai sajna

kyun dil bezuban hai itna uspe hai guman bhi utna
jaane ye katna, seekhe na judna
meethi si zid hai sajna, zid ki had hai sajna

gulmohar ki tehni se bichda sa
patjhar ki sohbat me zameen pe bikhra sa
hai manmouji sholo ke dariya me
shabnam si boondon ki ummeed me utra sa
jitna batore utna hi khoye
utna bikhere jitna piroye

dil belagam hai jitna
apna khud hi gulaam hai utnaa
jaane ye marna, seekhe na darna
meethi si zid hai sajna, zid ki had hai sajna
zid ki had hai sajna

How innocent the heart, yet a tempest it must be,
Forever burning, never learning to be free.
A sweet insistence, my love, a stubborn decree,
How innocent the heart, yet a tempest it must be,
Forever burning, never learning to be free.
A sweet insistence, my love, a stubborn decree.

Why so speechless, this heart, yet filled with pride?
Forever breaking, never learning to confide.
A sweet insistence, my love, a stubborn tide.

Like a flower torn from its crimson bough,
Scattered on earth in autumn's mournful vow,
A rebel in a sea of incandescent flame,
Hoping for the dewdrops, whispering a name.
The more it gathers, the more it will lose,
The more it scatters, the more it will choose.

The heart, unrestrained, a prisoner of its own design,
Forever dying, never learning to decline.
A sweet insistence, my love, a stubborn decree,
A stubborn decree.