madhoshi me tanhayi me angdayi me ab husn nakab uthata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
khamoshi me tanhayi me jab ishk nashe me aata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai

do din ki zindagi sanam na sath chodna aji sath chodna
tere liye aaye hai hum na hath chodna aji na hath chodna
samjhne lage hai tumhari najar ko hum
aji kis bat ka hai gum dhire se dil ke taro pe jab
pyar ka bulbul gata hai ha pyar ka bulbul gata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai

sanam suno ek bat apni pahli mulakat
sanam suno ek bat apni pahli mulakat
gujar jaye na rat gujar jaye na rat
kya rat ki aukat chuda jaye jo hath
kya rat ki aukat chuda jaye jo hath
jab hum tumhare sath ek najar idhar ek najar udhar
jab haar bhi khusbu pata hai jab haar bhi khusbu pata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai

madhoshi me angdayi me khamoshi me tanhayi me
jab ishk nashe me aata hai
jab husn nakab uthata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
madhoshi me angdayi me khamoshi me tanhayi me
jab ishk nashe me aata hai
jab husn nakab uthata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai
tab koi kisi ka ho hi jata hai

In a daze, in solitude, in a stretch, when beauty lifts its veil,
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond fail.
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond fail.

In silence, in solitude, when love arrives, drunk and frail,
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond the gale.
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond the veil.

Two days are all life is, beloved, do not leave my side,
Do not leave my side, for you, I have arrived, as my guide.
Do not let go of my hand, do not let go of my hand.
I begin to understand, your gaze, my only stand.
Oh, what sorrow? When gently, on the heart's strings,
Love's nightingale sings, when love's nightingale sings,
Then, someone becomes another's, life flings.
Then, someone becomes another's, love's wings.

Beloved, hear one thing, of our first meeting,
Beloved, hear one thing, of our first greeting.
Let not the night pass, let not the night pass, fleeting.
What power has night, to have hands retreating?
What power has night, to have love retreating?
When we are with you, a glance here, a glance there,
When defeat also finds fragrance, beyond compare,
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond prayer.
Then, someone becomes another's, beyond repair.

In a daze, in a stretch, in silence, in solitude,
When love arrives, in its drunken attitude,
When beauty lifts its veil, in sheer beatitude,
Then, someone becomes another's, in magnitude.
Then, someone becomes another's, in gratitude.

In a daze, in a stretch, in silence, in solitude,
When love arrives, in its drunken attitude,
When beauty lifts its veil, its loving prelude,
Then, someone becomes another's, in multitude.
Then, someone becomes another's, in beatitude.