is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai
bekar ke charche hote hai
bebat ki sohrat hoti hai
is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai

ek raaj hai lakhon afsane
ek raaj hai lakhon afsane
kahate hai sab apne begane
besmjhe mujhe samjhate hai
behot nasihat hoti hai
is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai
is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai

jis dil ki ho kismat gam sahana
jis dil ki ho kismat gam sahana
anmol hai vo dil kya kahana
jis aankh se aansu bahte hai
us aankh ki kimat hoti hai
is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai
is dil ki lagi samjha na koi
barbad mohabbat hoti hai
bekar ke charche hote hai
bebat ki sohrat hoti hai

No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.
Useless whispers fill the air,
For fleeting fame, a hollow snare.
No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.

A secret hides in tales untold,
A secret, by new tales controlled.
Strangers and kin, their judgment cast,
Their empty counsel, built to last.
No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.
No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.

The heart whose fate is sorrow's hold,
The heart whose fate is grief's unfold,
A treasure, of immeasurable worth,
This heart, a map of the earth.
The eyes that weep, their value known,
The eyes that weep, eternally grown.
No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.
No one understands this heart's fire,
Love's ruin, a pyre.
Useless whispers fill the air,
For fleeting fame, a hollow snare.