naino se mad madira pilakar
naino se mad madira pilakar
tumne haye tumne, hume mastana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya

ye prem hai kya, jakar puchho
koi shama ke us diwane se
koi shama ke us diwane se
jalne me maza aata hai kya
puchho koi parwane se
jalne me maza aata hai kya
puchho koi parwane se
humne to aadesh pe uske
dil apna nazrana kiya
ha dil apna nazrana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya

dilwale, dilwale hardum hanste hanste
dil ka sauda karte hai
ha dil ka sauda karte hai
anjam ki kya parwah unko
wo nahi maut se darte hai
anjam ki kya parwah unko
wo nahi maut se darte hai
humne bhi kisi dilbar ke dil se
aashno ye ada na kiya
aashno ye ada na kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya

kya aan nayi, kya shan nayi
kya aan nayi, kya shan nayi
kya ada nirali, bato ki
kya ada nirali, bato ki
nas nas me bijli daud gayi
ye harkat hai in hatho ki
nas nas me bijli daud gayi
ye harkat hai in hatho ki
hum kaap rahe, ab tak dekho
hum kaap rahe, ab tak dekho
itna humko hairan kiya
itna humko hairan kiya
apna banakar tumne
ha tumne, na na tumne
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya
apna banakar tumne humko
duniya se begana kiya

From eyes, a wine of madness poured,
From eyes, that spell, you did implore,
And oh, you, yes you, made us dance,
By claiming us, a fleeting glance,
By claiming us, a world estranged,
From all the bonds we once arranged.

What is this love, go seek and find,
Ask of the moth, the burning kind,
Ask of the flame, and ask the moth,
What pleasure lies within the broth,
Of fire's embrace, the burning heart?
Ask the moth, before it falls apart.
We, at its word, a sacrifice,
Offered our hearts, a loving price,
Oh, offered our hearts, a sacrifice.
By claiming us, a world estranged,
From all the ties we once arranged.

The heart-born ones, with laughter bright,
Their hearts they trade with pure delight,
Oh, trade their hearts, a joyful plea,
Uncaring for what soon will be,
They fear not death, nor what it brings,
Unburdened souls on soaring wings.
We, too, for love's own fiery grace,
Could not resist that ardent space,
That ardent space we could not erase.
By claiming us, a world estranged,
From all the ties we once arranged.

What glory new, what splendor bright,
What grace untold in day and night,
What charm unique, in words that flow,
What magic in your whispers grow,
Through every vein, a lightning’s dart,
The doing of your skillful art,
The doing of your skillful art.
We tremble still, behold our plight,
We tremble still, caught in your light,
So deeply stirred, within your sight.
By claiming you, yes you, we plead,
By claiming you, oh, you, indeed,
By claiming us, a world estranged,
From all the ties we once arranged.