dil ke dil me kya chhupa hai ye to bas dil ko pata hai.
dil ke dil me kya chhupa hai ye to bas dil ko pata hai
dhadkano pe kiska pehra kaun kab kyun dil me thehra
dil ke dil me kya chhupa hai ye to bas dil ko pata hai
kya azab es dil ki ada hai

sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
khwahison se ankh micholi khelta hai dil hamesha
kasmkash ki bandhishein bhi jhelta hai dil hamesha
khwahison se ankh micholi khelta hai dil hamesha
kasmkash ki bandhishein bhi jhelta hai dil hamesha
chehre pe ishtihar laga kar ghoomta hai
hashraton ki numaish karke jhoomta hai

sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
yeh samajh na paya koi karta hai dil kyon nadani
dil ke lakhon hisse hain aur dil ki lakhon hain kahani
yeh samajh na paya koi karta hai dil kyon nadani
dil ke lakhon hisse hain aur dil ki lakhon hain kahani
yeh dil jo atka to atak hi jata hai
tadapta hai to khamosh rehta hai

sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
sarphira hai sarphira hai dil to kuch kuch sarphira hai
sarphira hai sarphira hai

Within the heart, what hides, the heart alone decrees,
Within the heart, what hides, the heart alone decrees.
Whose guard upon each pulse, who lingers, why, within?
Within the heart, what hides, the heart alone decrees.
Strange, the heart's capricious ways.

Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam,
Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam.
With desires, it plays a game of hide-and-seek,
And binds itself to doubts, its suffering to keep.
With desires, it plays a game of hide-and-seek,
And binds itself to doubts, its suffering to keep.
With a banner upon its face, it does roam,
And dances, displaying its longing's home.

Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam,
Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam.
None understand why the heart acts so absurd,
The heart has countless parts, untold its word.
None understand why the heart acts so absurd,
The heart has countless parts, untold its word.
Once ensnared, it remains, forever caught,
When it yearns, it remains silent, distraught.

Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam,
Wild is the heart, wild, a touch of the madcap's gleam.
Wild, wild it is.