ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
chup chup me ye mujhko aisa kaha
man bhi mera bechain hua

ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
chup chup me ye mujhko aisa kaha
man bhi mera bechain hua

ek raat ki ye baat hai
main gitaar baja raha tha
ek raat ki ye baat hai
main gitaar baja raha tha
ek pyar bhari dhun se main
dil ki baate kar raha tha
ek chamakni haseena ne aakar ye kaha
is dhun ko sunkar mera dil bekabu hua
ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
chup chup me ye mujhko aisa kaha
man bhi mera bechain hua

wo aahe bharti hai hotho ko dabati hai
sapno me khoti hai ishara karti hai
wo aahe bharti hai hotho ko dabati hai
sapno me khoti hai ishara karti hai
kabhi mujhe paas bulati hai lekar mera naam
sun o baba tune mujhko kar diya badnaam
ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
ek ladki ne mujhko chor kaha
mera dil ye zara kamzor hua
chup chup me ye mujhko aisa kaha
man bhi mera bechain hua

A girl called me a thief,
My heart, once strong, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.

A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.

One night, the story starts,
My guitar held captive hearts.
One night, the story starts,
My guitar played its aching parts.
With melodies of love's sweet art,
I spoke to my soul, a whispered start.
A dazzling beauty, her gaze did meet,
My heart unbound, her words bittersweet.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.

She sighs, her lips pressed tight,
Lost in dreams of fading light.
She sighs, her lips pressed tight,
Lost in dreams, both dark and bright.
She calls me near, my name she'll claim,
"Oh, father, you've ruined my name!"
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, found brief relief.
A girl called me a thief,
My heart, now weak, sought solace, grief.
In whispers, she spoke these words,
My soul, disturbed, like frightened birds.