yeh dil yeh dil yeh dil yeh dil
yeh dil yeh dil

gustakh dil tere liye
betab hain ai janeja
darde jigar kaise baya
tujhse kare dil bejuban yeh dil

gustakh dil tere liye
betab hain ai janeja
darde jigar kaise baya
tujhse kare dil bejuban yeh dil

ai humnashin yeh dillagee
ban jaye naa ek din kahee
tere liye dil kee lagee
yeh dil yeh dil

gustakh dil tere liye
betab hain ai janeja
darde jigar kaise baya
tujhse kare dil bejuban yeh dil

jane anjane mere khwab mai tu hee
aane lagee hain aane lagee hain
jane anjane mere khwab mai tu hee
aane lagee hain aane lagee hain

jane na tu ai janeman
yeh toh hai bas divanapan
bekhudee leke jayegee
yeh lagan yeh teree lagan

ai humnashin yeh dillagee
ban jaye naa ek din kahee
tere liye dil kee lagee
yeh dil yeh dil

tere mere mere tere pyar kaa charcha
hone laga hain hone laga hain
tere mere mere tere pyar kaa charcha
hone laga hain hone laga hain

yeh ada yeh teree ada
saree duniya se hain juda
dekhle jo tujhe sanam
tujhpe ho jayega fida

ai humnashin yeh dillagee
ban jaye naa ek din kahee
tere liye dil kee lagee
yeh dil yeh dil

gustakh dil tere liye
betab hain ai janeja
darde jigar kaise baya
tujhse kare dil bejuban yeh dil

yeh dil yeh dil yeh dil


lyrics typed by: neha gupta

This heart, this heart, this heart, this heart,
This heart, this heart,
This audacious heart, for you it beats,
Restless, oh beloved, you know.
How can the pain of the soul be spoken,
To you, by this heart, wordless, this heart?

This audacious heart, for you it beats,
Restless, oh beloved, you know.
How can the pain of the soul be spoken,
To you, by this heart, wordless, this heart?

Oh, companion, this flirtation,
May it not one day become,
The fire of the heart, for you alone,
This heart, this heart.

This audacious heart, for you it beats,
Restless, oh beloved, you know.
How can the pain of the soul be spoken,
To you, by this heart, wordless, this heart?
Knowingly, unknowingly, in my dreams, you,
Are arriving, are arriving.
Knowingly, unknowingly, in my dreams, you,
Are arriving, are arriving.

Do not you know, oh, my beloved,
This is madness, pure and true.
This un-self-awareness will take,
This devotion, this devotion of yours.

Oh, companion, this flirtation,
May it not one day become,
The fire of the heart, for you alone,
This heart, this heart.

Of your love and mine, the talk,
Has begun, has begun.
Of your love and mine, the talk,
Has begun, has begun.

This grace, this grace of yours,
Is separate from all the world.
If one sees you, oh beloved,
On you, they will be enraptured.

Oh, companion, this flirtation,
May it not one day become,
The fire of the heart, for you alone,
This heart, this heart.

This audacious heart, for you it beats,
Restless, oh beloved, you know.
How can the pain of the soul be spoken,
To you, by this heart, wordless, this heart.
This heart, this heart, this heart.