sathiya sathiya
ishk bedardi mujhko pata hai, isaki chahat me milati saja hai
ishk bedardi mujhko pata hai, isaki chahat me milati saja hai
bekarari me mar hi na jau, na samajh ko me kaise samajhau
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jara sathiya
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jara sathiya
sathiya sathiya

narm khwabo ki baho me jagengi aankhe
garm yado ke saye me bitengi rate
narm khwabo ki baho me jagengi aankhe
garm yado ke saye me bitengi rate
yad toh aayegi, bekhudi chhayegi
dard de jayegi, tanhayi tadpayegi
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jara sathiya
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jara sathiya
sathiya sathiya

sare aalam peh aaho ka chhayega jadu
apne hi jajbo peh toh hoga na kabu
sare aalam peh aaho ka chhayega jadu
apne hi jajbo peh toh hoga na kabu
jakhm lega jigar ho gaya aisa asar
na rahegi khabar bichda hoga safar
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jarasa yar
dil hai ki manata nahi hai, bechaini janata nahi hai
me karu kya bata jarasa yar
sathiya sathiya

My companion, my companion,
Love, I know your heartless ways,
In your longing, I find only pain.
Love, I know your heartless ways,
In your longing, I find only pain.

Lest I perish in this restlessness,
How can I reason with a foolish heart?
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My companion, my companion.

In the arms of soft dreams, eyes will awaken,
In the shadows of warm memories, nights will pass.
In the arms of soft dreams, eyes will awaken,
In the shadows of warm memories, nights will pass.
Memory will come, a daze will descend,
Pain will be given, solitude will torment.
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My companion, my companion.

Over all the world, sighs will weave their magic,
One's own passions, one cannot control.
Over all the world, sighs will weave their magic,
One's own passions, one cannot control.
The heart will be wounded, such will be its fate,
No news will remain, the journey will be sundered.
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My heart, it will not heed,
It knows not the torment of unease.
What can I do, tell me, my companion?
My companion, my companion.