har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakata
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakata
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakata
kaise samjhaau tujhe kitana main chaahu tujhe
kaise main bata du tujhe re
meri hai kasam tujhe itna bata de mujhe kiana tu chaahe mujhe re
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta

tere liye kitna dhadake ye dil tujhko hai batana mushkil
sine mein hai kitni dhadakan koi bhi na jaane jaaneman
kitna sayana hai tu kitna diwaana hai tu itna bata de mujhe re
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta

kyon hota hai pyaar bata dilbar kaise achaanak mil jaati hai nazar
kya hota hai dard mohabbat ka kyon nahi milati darde dil ki dawa
kaisa nazrana hai ye kaisa afasana hai ye itna bata de mujhe re
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta

kyon nahi katte pyaar mein ye din raat
kyon na bhoole chaahat ki ye baat
bechaini kyon pal pal tadapaaye kyon tu sapano mein aaye jaaye
tauba kya khumari hai ye kaisi bekarari hai ye itna bata de mujhe re
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta
kaise samjhaau tujhe kitna main chaahu tujhe
kaise main bata du tujhe re
meri hai kasam tujhe itna bata de mujhe kitna tu chaahe mujhe re
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta
har sawaal ka jawaab nahi mil sakta
mere pyaar ka hisaab nahi mil sakta

Not every question finds its echo,
Not every question finds its key.
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured,
A story whispered, meant for only me.

How to convey, the depths I see in you,
How can I speak the words I long to say?
I swear this truth, confess this plea to you,
Tell me, beloved, how you feel this way.

Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.

For you, my heart beats a rhythm untold,
A secret kept, a story to unfold.
The hidden chambers where my love resides,
No one can fathom, where my spirit hides.
How wise you are, how lost within the fire,
Tell me, my love, what burns within desire.

Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.

Why does love bloom in the heart's embrace?
Why do our eyes meet in this sacred space?
What is the pain of love's deep, burning ache?
Why is there no cure, no solace to take?
What is this gift, this mystic, woven art?
Tell me, my love, the secrets of the heart.

Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.

Why do days and nights in love never cease?
Why does the memory of passion increase?
Why does this restlessness, torment and tease?
Why do you visit my dreams with such ease?
What is this spell, this fever that will not depart?
Tell me, my love, the yearning of the heart.

Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.
How to convey, the depths I see in you,
How can I speak the words I long to say?
I swear this truth, confess this plea to you,
Tell me, beloved, how you feel this way.

Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.
Not every question finds its echo,
My love, a boundless flow, cannot be measured.