khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye
naina re naina, tujhse bura na koye
naina re tu hi bura, tu hi bura tujhse bura na koye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye
naina re, tu hi bura tujhse bura na koye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye naina re

sab ki prem kahaniya dil ki bechainiya tu hi shuru karwaye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye
naina re naina, tujhse bura na koi
naina re, tu hi bura tujhse bura na koye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye, naina re

aansu banke chhalka jaye dil ka peymana
ishq mein hai itne sadme dil ne na jana
ab ik pal ki bhi duriyan mujhse sahi jaye na
dard bhare tanhaiyan mujhse sahi jaye na
naina re, tu hi bura tujhse bura na koye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye, naina re

tute sapne bikhre arman kya hua hasil
bebasi ka chaya alam kya kare yeh dil
katte kate na rattiyan mushkil judai badi
yad aaye biti battiyan lage yun gu si gadi
naina re, tu hi bura tujhse bura na koye
khud hi dil ka rog lagaye khud hi baitha roye
naina re, naina re, naina re naina re, naina re

Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's bitter rain,
Oh, eyes, my eyes, no greater foe could ever claim.
You are the fault, the sole disgrace, from you no solace springs,
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's sorrow sings.
Oh, eyes, you are the fault, the sole disgrace, no other sting.
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's tears it brings.

All love's sweet tales, the heart's unrest, by you are brought to light,
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping through the night.
Oh, eyes, my eyes, no greater foe could ever claim.
You are the fault, the sole disgrace, from you no solace springs,
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's sorrow sings, oh eyes.

As tears they spill, the heart's own cup, overflowing spills,
In love's embrace, such suffering, the heart's own fate fulfills.
Now moments long, a distance vast, I cannot bear to see,
These lonely pains, this aching void, are all too much for me.
Oh, eyes, you are the fault, the sole disgrace, no other sting.
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's tears it brings, oh eyes.

Shattered dreams and scattered hopes, what gain has come to be?
Despair descends, a shadowed world, what can this heart decree?
These nights they cut, separation's weight, a burden hard to bear,
Old memories arise, the moments stretch, an age beyond compare.
Oh, eyes, you are the fault, the sole disgrace, no other sting.
Within the heart, a sickness sown, then weeping's sorrow sings.
Oh, eyes, my eyes, oh eyes, my eyes, oh eyes, my eyes, oh eyes.