are kisko chahu aur kisko na chahu
kisko chahu kisko na chahu
har surat hai pyar ke kabil
kahi dhadakta nahi mera dil
jane kaha hai meri manzil
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai

ye bhi hasi hai wo bhi jawa hai
kis kis ka didaar karu
ye diwana dil to kisi par
aaye usi se pyar karu
dil ne badha di aur bhi mushkil
kahi dhadkta nahi mera dil
jane kaha hai meri manzil
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
kisko chahu kisko na chahu
har surat hai pyar ke kabil
kahi dhadakta nahi mera dil
jane kaha hai meri manzil
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai

aur to sab kuch inme hai lekin
meri mohabbat inme nahi
haye jisko nigahe dhundti hai
wo chand si surat inme nahi
jisko dekho wahi hai kaatil
kahi dhadkta nahi mera dil
jane kaha hai meri manzil
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai
kisko chahu kisko na chahu
har surat hai pyar ke kabil
kahi dhadakta nahi mera dil
jane kaha hai meri manzil
mujhe kisi ka intzaar hai

Whom shall I love, and whom shall I not?
Whom shall I choose, and whom shall I forget?
Each face a canvas, love's potential shown,
Yet in my breast, no true heart is known.
Where lies my path, my destined place?
For whom do I yearn, in time and space?
For whom do I wait, with hopeful grace?

One is fair, and another young and bright,
Which face shall I drink in, with my sight?
This heart, a captive, yearning to be true,
To love the one that it will see anew.
My heart grows weary, a heavier load,
Yet in my breast, no true heart is bestowed.
Where lies my path, my destined place?
For whom do I yearn, in time and space?
For whom do I wait, with hopeful grace?
Whom shall I love, and whom shall I not?
Each face a canvas, love's potential shown,
Yet in my breast, no true heart is known.
Where lies my path, my destined place?
For whom do I yearn, in time and space?
For whom do I wait, with hopeful grace?

All else is here, in beauty’s gleam,
But not my love, nor living dream.
Alas, the one my eyes pursue,
That moonlit face, is never true.
Each gaze a dagger, piercing through and through,
Yet in my breast, no true heart is known.
Where lies my path, my destined place?
For whom do I yearn, in time and space?
For whom do I wait, with hopeful grace?
Whom shall I love, and whom shall I not?
Each face a canvas, love's potential shown,
Yet in my breast, no true heart is known.
Where lies my path, my destined place?
For whom do I yearn, in time and space?
For whom do I wait, with hopeful grace?