ehsaas ho khwahisho ka
saanson me na mar jaaye
sadiyaan guzar gayi hain
lamha guzar na jaaye
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me do dil mile hai
phir aashiqee ke, mausam khile hai
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me do dil mile hai

sili sili raatein meri, bheege bheege din
jeena mera kya hai, jeena yaara tere bin
na kahin hai sakoon, na kahin hai sabar
chahatein keh rahi, chahun main iss kadar
ho na tujhe hosh ho, na mujhe ho khabar
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me, do dil mile hai
phir aashique ke, mausam khile hai
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me, do dil mile hai

aati jaati saansein meri, tera naam le
teri yaadein tanhai me, daaman thaam leti hai
aake baahon me, armaan machalne lage
pyaar ki aanch se, hum pighalne lage
ho sard mausam me bhi gesu jalne lage
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me, do dil mile hai
phir aashique ke, mausam khile hai
sargoshiyo ke kya silsile hai
madhoshiyo me, do dil mile hai

Let the breath of longing not die,
The taste of desire, felt and known.
Centuries drift, unseen they fly,
Lest this moment be overthrown.

What whispers weave, a secret thread?
Two hearts entwined, where madness lies.
The seasons of love, anew are bred,
What whispers weave, beneath the skies?
Two hearts entwined, with fire bright.

Damp are my nights, soft are my days,
What is living, without you, my friend?
No peace I find, in life's hazy maze,
Nor patience to wait, until the end.
My yearnings whisper, a love to send,
Let neither of us know our place.
What whispers weave, a secret thread?
Two hearts entwined, where madness lies.
The seasons of love, anew are bred,
What whispers weave, beneath the skies?
Two hearts entwined, with fire bright.

My breath arrives, and your name it bears,
Your memories cling, in solitude's hold.
In arms embracing, my soul ensnares,
Desires erupt, brave and bold.
By love's warm fire, our hearts unfold,
Even in winter, my tresses flare.
What whispers weave, a secret thread?
Two hearts entwined, where madness lies.
The seasons of love, anew are bred,
What whispers weave, beneath the skies?
Two hearts entwined, with fire bright.