patta patta boota boota, haal humara jaane hai
jaane na jaane, gul hi na jaane
baag to saara jaane hai
patta patta jaane hai, boota boota jaane hai

aashiq sada, sada koyi aur na hoga duniya mein
jeeke jain ko ishq mein uske, apna waara jaane hai
patta patta jaane hai, boota boota
chaurgari bimaari ye dil ki, rasme sahar ye husn nahi
warna dilbar, nadan bhi, is dard ka chaura jaane hai
patta patta jaane hai, boota boota jaane hai

kya kya fitne sar par uske, laata hai maashuq apna
jispe dil pe taabo taapo, ishq ka maara jaane hai
patta patta jaane hai, boota boota jaane hai
patta patta boota boota, haal humara jaane hai

Each leaf, each bud, knows my plight,
Knows it well, though the rose may not,
The whole garden knows, in morning light.
Each leaf knows, each bud knows.

A lover's soul, there'll be none other,
Who like Jein, through love's fire,
Knows the cost, the price we mutter.
Each leaf knows, each bud knows.

This malady of heart, a cunning snare,
The dawn's ritual, beauty's guise, not true,
Else the beloved, though naive, would share
This pain, which we must now pursue.
Each leaf knows, each bud knows.

What trials, what storms, does my love bring,
Upon my head, a fate so dire?
The heart consumed, with passion's sting,
Only love's wounded knows the fire.
Each leaf knows, each bud knows,
Each leaf, each bud, knows my plight.