dil ka jo haal hai woh tujhe, kaise bayaan kare
keh de tujhe ya dil me rakhe, bolo na kya kare
dil jo tumhara hai, kaisa bechara hai
maane na besharam bilkul khatara hai

tu kare dil bekraar, kyun karu main tujhse pyar
dil ka jo haal hai woh tujhe, kaise bayaan kare
keh de tujhe ya dil me rakhe, bolo na kya kare
dil jo tumhara hai, kaisa bechara hai
maane na besharam bilkul khatara hai
tu kare dil bekraar, kyun karu main tujhse pyar

pehle bhi kitni dafa dil ne kaha tujhe
samjho na meri wafa, dunga dua tujhe
rishta koi nahi tera mera
hone laga hai tu baawra teri jhooti wafaa
jaayegi tu jahaan, aaunga main waha
meri banegi tu aana tujhe yaha
kyun kare tu mujhse pyar, kyun kare dil bekraar

jaane kyun dil ye tera hai mere pyar me
laakho qataar me hai, mere intezaar me
roku jo dil ko toh ruke naa
aankhe dikhaau par jhuke naa, hai ye tujhpe fida
din ke khayalo me, beete sawaalo me
shabd naye buno kuch toh naya kaho

tu kare dil bekraar kyun karu main tujhse pyaar
dil ka jo haal hai woh tujhe, kaise bayaan kare
keh de tujhe ya dil me rakhe, bolo na kya kare
dil jo tumhara hai, kaisa bechara hai
maane na besharam bilkul khatara hai
tu kare dil bekraar, kyun karu main tujhse pyar

How can the heart's plight find its voice?
To tell, or to hold, oh, what's my choice?
Your heart, a wanderer, lost and forlorn,
Disobedient, shameless, a wreck, torn.
You stir my soul, a tempestuous plea,
Why should I love you, wild and free?
How can the heart's plight find its voice?
To tell, or to hold, oh, what's my choice?
Your heart, a wanderer, lost and forlorn,
Disobedient, shameless, a wreck, torn.
You stir my soul, a tempestuous plea,
Why should I love you, wild and free?

Countless times, my heart, it spoke your name,
To grasp my love, to kindle your flame.
No bond we share, no thread to bind,
Yet madness blooms within your mind,
Your false devotion.
Wherever you roam, I'll follow near,
To be with you, my heart holds dear.
Why do you love me, why such despair?

Why does your heart, entwined with mine,
In love's long lines, in wait, entwine?
If I restrain, it won't be stilled,
I scold it, still, the heart is thrilled,
Enchanted.
In dreams it dwells, in whispered sighs,
New words to weave, beneath the skies,
Tell me, what new words to impart?
You stir my soul, a tempestuous plea,
Why should I love you, wild and free?
How can the heart's plight find its voice?
To tell, or to hold, oh, what's my choice?
Your heart, a wanderer, lost and forlorn,
Disobedient, shameless, a wreck, torn.
You stir my soul, a tempestuous plea,
Why should I love you, wild and free?