ghayal karke humse puchate ho dard hota hai
ghayal karke humse puchate ho dard hota hai
ghayal karke humse puchate ho dard hota hai jo han dard hota hai
tumhari is jara si bat se bhi dard hota hai
tumhari is jara si bat se bhi dard hota hai

jaln hoti hai jakhmo me to patti bandh lete hai
jaln hoti hai jakhmo me to patti bandh lete hai
tumhare hath se lagte hi
tumhare hath se hi ek mitha dard hota hai
jo phulo ki bisa karti hoti chandani me hai
wo kya jane ki befursat me kaisa dard hota hai
wo kya jane ki befursat me kaisa dard hota hai

suno yaro suno yaro
is duniya me ajab hai prem ki maya
ajab hai prem ki maya
hontho pe hansi hoti hai
hontho pe hansi hoti hai dil me dard hota hai
hontho pe hansi hoti hai dil me dard hota hai
ghayal karke humse puchate ho dard hota hai

You wound, then ask if it hurts, the question echoes,
You wound, then ask if it hurts, yes, the pain blooms.
Even your smallest words, a sting that deeply goes.
Even your smallest words, a hurt the spirit consumes.

When the wounds burn, we bandage and hide the plight,
When the wounds burn, we bandage the ache we bear.
But touched by your hand, a sweetness takes flight,
But touched by your hand, a sweet, a tender care.
That silver moon knows nothing of the hurt,
That silver moon knows nothing of the rush,
That what's in your heart and in the world takes hold,
That what's in your heart and in the world's rush.

Listen, friends, listen close to this earth,
This world, the strange dance of love's design.
On lips, a smile, a fleeting, airy birth,
On lips, a smile, a heart where sorrows combine.
On lips, a smile, a heart where sorrows combine.
You wound, then ask if it hurts, the question that is mine.