mohe tirchhi nazariya na maaro o o o o
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
mohe tirchhi nazariya na maaro
saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage

na tum hamaare koyi ho, na hum tumhaare hai
na tum hamaare koyi ho, na hum tumhaare hai
to phir ye aankho hi aankho me kyu ishaare hai
to phir ye aankho hi aankho me kyu ishaare hai
tum to takat ho hum ko aise
tum to takat ho hum ko aise
janam janam ki preet ho jaise ji preet ho jaise
hosh apne zara to sambhaalo
saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage

mohe tirchhi nazariya nazariya na maaro
mohe tirchhi nazariya na maaro
saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
tumhi hi nahin ho akele hamaare deewaane
tumhi hi nahin ho akele hamaare deewaane
hum aisi shamma hain jiske hazaar parwaane
hum aisi shamma hain jiske hazaar parwaane
koyi nahin humra man basiya
koyi nahin humra man basiya
jaao ji jaao roop ke rasiya ji roop ke rasiya
yoon na sheeshe mein humko utaro o
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage
o saiyaa ji chot karajwa laage

Do not cast your sidelong glances, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Do not cast your sidelong glances,
Beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.

You are not mine, nor am I yours,
You are not mine, nor am I yours,
Then why these silent signals in the eyes?
Then why these silent signals in the eyes?
You gaze at me as if,
You gaze at me as if,
We are bound by love of lifetimes, love of lifetimes.
Take heed, gather your senses,
Beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.

Do not cast your sidelong glances, oh, oh, oh,
Do not cast your sidelong glances,
Beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
You are not the only one enamored by me,
You are not the only one enamored by me,
I am a flame, and thousands are its moths.
I am a flame, and thousands are its moths.
No one claims my heart's dwelling,
No one claims my heart's dwelling,
Go, oh, go, you lover of beauty, lover of beauty.
Do not reflect me in your mirror thus,
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.
Oh, beloved, a wound strikes the heart.