ek bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu
ek bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu
kahne ka mausam bhi hai uspe ye tanhayi hai
kahu ya na kahu ho bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu
ek bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu

kayi bar chaha maine tujhi ko churalu tujhse
kayi bar chaha maine tujhi ko churalu tujhse
kahi wadiyo ki dunia sajalu tujhse
shayad tu kuch samjh gayi
isiliye sharmayi hai kahu ya na kahu bolo bolo bolo
bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu
ek bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu

jhalak teri dekhi pahli dusra na bhaya tabse
jhalak teri dekhi pahli dusra na bhaya tabse
mere devta is dil me tu hi tu samaya jabse
yahi haikikat hai jo ke barso talak chupai hai
kahu ya na kahu bolo bolo bolo
bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu
ek bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu

der se mile hai lekin mil to gaye hai aakhir
der se mile hai lekin mil to gaye hai aakhir
chalo phul aashao ke khil to gaye hai aakhir
milke bhi hum dur hai kyu pyar ki ye ruswayi hai
kahu ya na kahu ho bat dil me aayi hai kahu ya na kahu

A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or keep concealed,
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not revealed.
The season whispers invitation, yet solitude's embrace,
To speak or not, this feeling deep, within my heart's own space.
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not I crave.

I've longed to steal you from yourself, a thousand silent pleas,
I've longed to steal you from yourself, among the whispering trees.
To build a world of meadows green, a paradise with you,
Perhaps you sensed my hidden wish, and blushed a rosy hue.
To speak or not, oh tell me now, this truth I'll hold anew.
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not I knew.
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not I grew.

Your radiant glimpse, the only light, since that first, fateful day,
Your radiant glimpse, the only light, has cast all else away.
My heart's own deity, within, you've taken all your hold,
This truth I've guarded through the years, a story to unfold.
To speak or not, oh tell me now, the secret I have sold.
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not I'm told.
A thought has bloomed within my soul, to speak or not I hold.

Though late we met, at last we're joined, our paths have found their way,
Though late we met, at last we're joined, as hoped for buds display.
Yet close we are, and still so far, why love's such bitter sting?
To speak or not, this feeling deep, within my heart will sing.