pyaas thi
pyaas thi phir bhi taqaazaa na kiyaa
phir bhi taqaazaa na kiyaa
pyaas thi phir bhi taqaazaa na kiyaa
jaane kyaa sochake aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa

badhake haatho pe uthaa lenaa thaa
tujhako sine se lagaa lenaa thaa
tere hotho se
tere hotho se tere gaalo se
mujhako har rag churaa lenaa thaa
jaane kyaa sochake aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa

haath aanchal se jo takaraa jaataa
haath aanchal se jo takaraa jaataa
ek ragin nashaa saa chhaa jaataa
tere sine se
tere sine se khuli zulfo ko
chum letaa to qaraar aa jaataa
jaane kyaa sochakar aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa
pyaas thi phir bhi taqaazaa na kiyaa
jaane kyaa sochake aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa

dil haseen aag me dhal sakta tha
mera armaan nikal sakta tha
tera marmal se taraasha ye badan
garm haatho me pighal sakta tha
jaane kyaa sochakar aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa
pyaas thi phir bhi taqaazaa na kiyaa
jaane kyaa sochake aisaa na kiyaa
sochake aisaa na kiyaa

A thirst it was,
a thirst I bore, yet asked for naught,
yet asked for naught.
A thirst it was, yet asked for naught,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.

To lift you in my arms, I should have,
to hold you close, I should have,
from your lips,
from your lips, from your cheeks,
every hue, I should have stolen,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.

Had my hand but grazed your veil,
had my hand but grazed your veil,
a colored rapture would have surged,
from your breast,
from your breast, your unbound tresses,
had I kissed them, peace would bloom,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.
A thirst it was, yet asked for naught,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.

My heart in that fire could have melted,
my desires could have found release,
your form, carved from marble,
in warm hands, could have dissolved,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.
A thirst it was, yet asked for naught,
knowing not why, I did not act,
did not act.