hum chahe na chahe phir bhi kabhi
wo samne jab aa jate hai
har bar najar jhuk jati hai
har bar kadam ruk jate hai
har bar kadam ruk jate hai
hum chahe na chahe phir bhi kabhi

hum bhul se shayad ulfat ki
baho me chale aaye hai
hum bhul se shayad ulfat ki
baho me chale aaye hai
anjan safar ki anjani
raho me chale aaye hai
ab kya hoga kyunkar hoga
ye soch ke ghabra jate hai
ye soch ke ghabra jate hai
hum chahe na chahe phir bhi kabhi

kya baat hai kyu mere dil ke
jajbaat bikhar jate hai
kya baat hai kyu mere dil ke
jajbaat bikhar jate hai
badle badle se kyu apne
andaz najar aate hai
har aahat par apne dil ki
khud chauk ke balkha jate hai
khud chauk ke balkha jate hai
hum chahe na chahe phir bhi kabhi

ye kaisi anokhi baat hui
uljhan me ulajh jate hai
ye kaisi anokhi baat hui
uljhan me ulajh jate hai
ye uljhan aur ulajhti hai
jitna ise suljhate hai
begane hai wo lekin ab to
hum khud se bhi sharma jate hai
hum khud se bhi sharma jate hai
hum chahe na chahe phir bhi kabhi
wo samne jab aa jate hai
har bar kadam ruk jate hai

Whether we wish it or not, when they appear,
Before us, unexpectedly,
Each time, our gaze descends,
Each time, our feet halt.
Each time, our feet halt,
Whether we wish it or not, when they appear.

By chance, perhaps, into the arms
Of love, we have wandered,
By chance, perhaps, into the arms
Of love, we have wandered,
Into the unknown paths
Of an unfamiliar journey.
What will happen, how will it be?
At this thought, we are shaken.
At this thought, we are shaken,
Whether we wish it or not, when they appear.

What is it, why do the emotions
Of my heart scatter?
What is it, why do the emotions
Of my heart scatter?
Why do we see our own selves
In altered ways?
At every whisper of our heart,
We tremble and sway,
We tremble and sway,
Whether we wish it or not, when they appear.

What strange thing has occurred,
Entangled in confusion, we become?
What strange thing has occurred,
Entangled in confusion, we become?
This confusion deepens,
The more we try to unravel it.
They are strangers, but now
We are ashamed even of ourselves,
We are ashamed even of ourselves,
Whether we wish it or not, when they appear.
When they appear before us,
Each time, our feet halt.