naam leke tum hamara kahe karta hai ishara
tumse dil na lagana maantaa
tum chand ham tara ham hai
majnu tumhara laila banana maantaa

dekho achcha nahi ham jata hai jidhar
pichhe pichhe kahe ko tum aata hai udhar
dekho achcha nahi ham jata hai jidhar
pichhe pichhe kahe ko tum aata hai udhar
are aisa kaise bolta hai o my dear
dil bhi tera ham bhi tera fero na najar
naam leke tum hamara kahe karta hai ishara
tumse dil na lagana maantaa
tum chand ham tara ham hai
majnu tumhara laila banana maantaa

aaj nahi kal nahi parso hajur
tumko ham apna banayenga jarur
aaj nahi kal nahi parso hajur
tumko ham apna banayenga jarur
khali pili karo na tum itna garur
ham bhi nahi aisa waisa koi majbur
naam leke tum hamara kahe karta hai ishara
tumse dil na lagana maantaa
tum chand ham tara ham hai
majnu tumhara laila banana maantaa

hamne sun dil lagane ka nahi jaha
pyar karne walo mitana hai nishan
hamne sun dil lagane ka nahi jaha
pyar karne walo mitana hai nishan
are dil nahi lagaye to jayega kaha
pyar kiye bina jiyega kaise yaha
naam leke tum hamara kahe karta hai ishara
tumse dil na lagana maantaa
tum chand ham tara ham hai
majnu tumhara laila banana maantaa

You call my name, a beckoning you weave,
To tether hearts? My soul, it cannot believe.
You, the moon, and I, a distant star,
To be your Majnu? No, I'll not go that far.

See, I journey where it's not well-lit,
Yet you pursue, where shadow does knit.
See, I journey where it's not well-lit,
Yet you pursue, where shadow does knit.
Oh, how you speak, my dearest, my dear,
My heart is yours, and yours alone, you hear?
You call my name, a beckoning you weave,
To tether hearts? My soul, it cannot believe.
You, the moon, and I, a distant star,
To be your Majnu? No, I'll not go that far.

Not today, not tomorrow, the day after,
But someday, love, to you I’ll be the laughter.
Not today, not tomorrow, the day after,
But someday, love, to you I’ll be the laughter.
Cast aside your pride, and cease the chase,
I am not some desperate, humble face.
You call my name, a beckoning you weave,
To tether hearts? My soul, it cannot believe.
You, the moon, and I, a distant star,
To be your Majnu? No, I'll not go that far.

I’ve heard love's path is a place of ruin,
Where love’s true mark is quickly, surely undone.
I’ve heard love's path is a place of ruin,
Where love’s true mark is quickly, surely undone.
But where else will the yearning heart run?
How will you live, if love you shun?
You call my name, a beckoning you weave,
To tether hearts? My soul, it cannot believe.
You, the moon, and I, a distant star,
To be your Majnu? No, I'll not go that far.