mera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
tumhe kya kahu mai yaro mushkil hai mera jina
mera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye mujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na
uska wo chehra hasee ab tak to dekha nahi
wo hi bato me wo hi yado me wo hi mera sapna
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na

jhum ke apna reshmi aanchal jab wo lahraye
badal uski chunri bankar us se lipat jaye
machal ke apne pairo ki payal jab chhankaye
sargam uski khusabu banke hawa ko mehkaye
wo hogi koi pari jannat se aayi huyi
wo hogi koi pari jannat se aayi huyi
bekarar hu dhundta hu aaye nazar kahi na
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na

kahi bhi nahi lagta hai dil ye mujhe kya huya
har pal sochu mil jaye mujhe uska naam pata
bin dekhe ye hal hai mera yaar socho zara
dekh liya maine usko to kya ho jayega
mil jaye mujhko kahi
to kahunga mai yahi mil jaye mujhko kahi
to kahunga mai yahi khoya rahta hu
tumko chahata hu bas bana lo apna
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na

uska wo chehra hasee ab tak to dekha nahi
wo hi bato me wo hi yado me wo hi mera sapna
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na
tera dil chura le gayi khawabo ki ek hasina
ye tujhko kya huya hai pehle huya kabhi na

A dream-born maiden stole my heart away,
Friends, what can I say? My days are hard to bear.
A dream-born maiden stole my heart away,
What's come upon me? Never felt this care.

Her lovely face, a vision yet unseen,
She dwells in words, in memories, a constant dream.
Your heart, she stole, a dream-born, fleeting queen,
What's come upon you? Never felt this gleam.

When she unfurls her silken veil in dance,
The clouds become her scarf, a soft embrace.
When her anklets chime, a sweet, ethereal trance,
A raga of her scent, perfumes the space.
She must be a fairy, heaven-sent above,
She must be a fairy, drawn by realms of love.
Restless, I search, but see her nowhere here,
Your heart, she stole, a dream-born, drawing near,
What's come upon you? Never felt this fear.

My heart finds no solace, what has come to pass?
Each moment, I long for her name and trace.
If this is my state unseen, imagine what will amass
If I but see her face, in this sacred space!
If I find her somewhere,
Then I will declare,
Lost in her grace,
Desiring your embrace.
Your heart she stole, a dream-born, taking flight,
What's come upon you? Never felt this light.

Her lovely face, a vision yet unseen,
She dwells in words, in memories, a constant dream.
Your heart, she stole, a dream-born, fleeting queen,
What's come upon you? Never felt this gleam.
Your heart, she stole, a dream-born, taking flight,
What's come upon you? Never felt this light.
Your heart, she stole, a dream-born, fading bright,
What's come upon you? Never felt this slight.