nazar se mil gai nazar or pal me dil tera hua
phir me kya janu kya hua
nazar se lad gai nazar or ghayal dil mera hua
phir mujhse pucho kya hua

dil puchta hai chanda dil me kaha se aya
dil me kaha se aya
kase nahi ate hum jab tumne tha bulaya
jab tumne tha bulaya dil puchta hai chanda
dil me kaha se aya dil me kaha se aya
kase nahi ate hum jab tumne tha bulaya
jab tumne tha bulaya
nazar se mil gai nazar or pal me dil tera hua
phir me kya janu kya hua

nazar se lad gai nazar or ghayal dil mera hua
phir mujhse pucho kya hua
bikhare hai mere sapne bago me phool ban ke
bago me phool ban ke
kuch is tarah dil machla yad aye din bachpan ke
yad aye din bachpan ke
bikhare hai mere sapne bago me phool ban ke
bago me phool ban ke
kuch is tarah dil machla yad aye din bachpan ke
yad aye din bachpan ke
nazar se lad gai nazar or ghayal dil mera hua
phir mujhse pucho kya hua
nazar se mil gai nazar or pal me dil tera hua
phir me kya janu kya hua

A glance met a glance, and in a breath, my heart was yours,
Then, what transpired, I could not say.
A gaze clashed with a gaze, and wounded, my heart was,
Then, ask me, what befell that day.

The heart inquires, O moon, from where did you arise within my core?
From where did you arise?
How could I not come when you beckoned me to the shore?
When you called, the heart asks, O moon, from where did you arise within my core?
From where did you arise?
How could I not come when you beckoned me to the shore?
When you called.
A glance met a glance, and in a breath, my heart was yours,
Then, what transpired, I could not say.

A gaze clashed with a gaze, and wounded, my heart was,
Then, ask me, what befell that day.
My dreams are scattered, blooming as flowers in the garden's keeping,
As flowers in the garden's keeping.
My heart stirs so, memories of childhood softly creeping,
Memories of childhood softly creeping.
My dreams are scattered, blooming as flowers in the garden's keeping,
As flowers in the garden's keeping.
My heart stirs so, memories of childhood softly creeping,
Memories of childhood softly creeping.
A gaze clashed with a gaze, and wounded, my heart was,
Then, ask me, what befell that day.
A glance met a glance, and in a breath, my heart was yours,
Then, what transpired, I could not say.