o mistar dil badi mushkil me tune aaj dala
hawa bahaki samma chikana ajab jadu nirala
o mistar dil badi mushkil me tune aaj dala
hawa bahaki samma chikana ajab jadu nirala
o mistar dil

ghadi ghar me iraade kyu badalta hai
kabhi hash kar kabhi ro kar samablata hai
ghadi ghar me iraade kyu badalta hai
kabhi hash kar kabhi ro kar samablata hai
badi mushakil se pahlu me tujhe ham ne sambala
o mistar dil badi mushkil me tune aaj dala
hawa bahaki samma chikana ajab jadu nirala

muhabbat ke gulistan me khilegi tu
mai kuch kah du kisi but ko milegi tu
muhabbat ke gulistan me khilegi tu
mai kuch kah du kisi but ko milegi tu
andhere me karegi kya muhabbat ka ujala
o mistar dil badi mushkil me tune aaj dala
hawa bahaki samma chikana ajab jadu nirala
o mistar dil

mai tang aai nahi itana sata mistar
nahi hai tu mere bas me to ja mistar
mai tang aai nahi itana sata mistar
nahi hai tu mere bas me to ja mistar
aji tata milegnge fir jo kismat ne milaye
o mistar dil badi mushkil me tune aaj dala
hawa bahaki samma chikana ajab jadu nirala
o mistar dil

Oh, Mr. Heart, in trouble deep you've cast me,
The air astray, the world a polished plea, a spell so vast, so free.
Oh, Mr. Heart, in trouble deep you've cast me,
The air astray, the world a polished plea, a spell so vast, so free.
Oh, Mr. Heart.

In moments fleeting, why your purpose shifts?
With laughter bright, with weeping swift, you lift, you sift.
In moments fleeting, why your purpose shifts?
With laughter bright, with weeping swift, you lift, you sift.
With such great care, within my breast, you rest at last, I gifted.
Oh, Mr. Heart, in trouble deep you've cast me,
The air astray, the world a polished plea, a spell so vast, so free.

In love's own garden, you will bloom anew,
I speak a word, to idols, you pursue.
In love's own garden, you will bloom anew,
I speak a word, to idols, you pursue.
In darkness deep, what light can love imbue?
Oh, Mr. Heart, in trouble deep you've cast me,
The air astray, the world a polished plea, a spell so vast, so free.
Oh, Mr. Heart.

I'm weary now, no more to you I cling,
If not my own, then let your freedom sing.
I'm weary now, no more to you I cling,
If not my own, then let your freedom sing.
Farewell, we'll meet again if fate should swing.
Oh, Mr. Heart, in trouble deep you've cast me,
The air astray, the world a polished plea, a spell so vast, so free.
Oh, Mr. Heart.