najar ne aisa mara, jigar hain para para
magar fir bhi are jaalim tera hi naam lete hain
jamane bhar ke jhuthe, lagi dil ki na chhute
kabhi najre jo milti hai, kaleja tham leten hain
najar ne aisa mara

tujhpe bharosa kiya, tu hi daga de gaya
tujhpe bharosa kiya, tu hi daga de gaya
pyar ke kasur ki ye kaisi saza de gaya
gaye ham kaam se, fir badnaam se
tere liye kya kya iljaam lete hain
najar ne aisa mara, jigar hain para para
magar fir bhi are jaalim tera hi naam lete hain
najar ne aisa mara

dil ka na sauda karo, ye to anmol hain
dil ka na sauda karo, ye to anmol hain
puchho dilwalo se hi, iska jo mol hain
ek mithe bol pe, ankhiyo ke taul ke
dene waale dil ko bedam dete hain
najar ne aisa mara, jigar hain para para
magar fir bhi are jaalim tera hi naam lete hain
najar ne aisa mara

jaane kya adaye liye, taaro bhari raat thi
jaane kya adaye liye, taaro bhari raat thi
hame tera hon pada koi aise bat thi
jabse ye pyaar hain, dil bekraar hain
ghadi ghadi aaho se kaam lete hain
najar ne aisa mara, jigar hain para para
magar fir bhi are jaalim tera hi naam lete hain
jamane bhar ke jhuthe, lagi dil ki na chhute
kabhi najre jo milti hai, kaleja tham lete hain
najar ne aisa mara

A glance, a strike, a shattering of heart,
Yet still, oh cruel one, your name we impart.
The world's deceit, a love that won't depart,
When eyes meet ours, a clutching of the heart.
A glance, a strike.

Trust we bestowed, betrayal you did weave,
Trust we bestowed, the wound you did conceive.
For love's offense, what punishment to grieve?
We're lost, defamed, for you we now believe,
What accusations, a burden to receive.
A glance, a strike, a shattering of heart,
Yet still, oh cruel one, your name we impart.
A glance, a strike.

Don't trade the heart, its value is untold,
Don't trade the heart, more precious than pure gold.
Ask those who feel, its worth to be unrolled,
On sweetest words, in eyes, a story told,
They give their hearts, though worthless they are sold.
A glance, a strike, a shattering of heart,
Yet still, oh cruel one, your name we impart.
A glance, a strike.

What charm you held, beneath the starlit night,
What charm you held, a canvas filled with light.
We had to be yours, bound by your own might,
Since love's embrace, our hearts take flight,
Each moment breathes, a sigh throughout the night.
A glance, a strike, a shattering of heart,
Yet still, oh cruel one, your name we impart.
The world's deceit, a love that won't depart,
When eyes meet ours, a clutching of the heart.
A glance, a strike.