hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
yaadon mein agan halki halki
har lamha jisko yaad kare
hain uski lagan halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
halki halki, halki halki

sawan ghir ghir kar aaye hain
kaare badara sang laye hain
badara mein chamak kar ye bijali
tanhaai mein tadpaaye hain
chhu kar bauchharein aanchal ko
chhu kar bauchharein aanchal ko
chupchaap chale halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
halki halki, halki halki

yaadon ki katarein aati hain
dil par dastak de jaati hain
dil mein yaadein chupake se
kuch bechaini bhar jaati hain
dil ki dhadkan mein ye sansein
dil ki dhadkan mein ye sansein
hain garm magar halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
halki halki, halki halki

har shaam andhere aate hain
dar par vivash ruk jate hain
meri shabe gam tu jane kyon
kuch tanha sa kar jate hain
shabein gam ki saher ab dekh vivash
ho shabein gam ki saher ab dekh vivash
ujhali hain magar halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
yaadon mein agan halki halki
har lamha jisko yaad karein
hai uski lagan halki halki
hai dil mein chubhan halki halki
halki halki, halki halki
halki halki, halki halki

A subtle ache, a whisper in the heart,
A subtle ache, a world torn slightly apart.
If memories linger, soft and low,
Of every moment, the love we know,
A gentle longing, a tender art.
A subtle ache, a tender start,
Soft and low, soft and low.

The monsoon clouds gather, heavy and deep,
Dark shadows gather, secrets to keep,
Lightning flashes, a sudden gleam,
In solitude, a fevered dream.
Showers descending, caressing the hem,
Showers descending, a diadem,
Silent they drift, in a gentle sweep.
A subtle ache, a promise to keep,
Soft and low, soft and low.

Rows of memories, they softly return,
Knocking gently, a lesson to learn,
In the heart's chambers, they quietly reside,
Filling with longing, a sorrowful tide.
In the heart's rhythm, the breath takes hold,
In the heart's rhythm, a story told,
Warm, though fleeting, where shadows hide.
A subtle ache, where feelings confide,
Soft and low, soft and low.

Each evening descends, a somber hue,
At my doorstep, shadows accrue,
My nights of sorrow, you seem to know,
Leaving me lonely, where whispers flow.
The city of sorrow, now watch me weep,
The city of sorrow, secrets to keep,
Bright, yet fragile, the afterglow.
A subtle ache, where sorrows grow,
Memories' fire, softly aglow,
Of every moment, the love we know,
A gentle longing, a tender art.
A subtle ache, a tender start,
Soft and low, soft and low,
Soft and low, soft and low.