ye dil kashi na hogi mahtab ki kiran me
patthar ka dil na hota
haye patthar ka dil na hota
ae kash is badan me

shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil mohabbat karo dhadkane lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil mohabbat karo dhadkane lage
ek din jale shama hai ye dil jo shola mile bhadakne lage
ek din jale shama hai ye dil jo shola mile bhadakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil

khwabo me hum the khoye huye angdayi banke soye huye
khwabo me hum the khoye huye angdayi banke soye huye
teri nazar tere pyar ne jo humko chua bahakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil mohabbat karo dhadkane lage
ek din jale shama hai ye dil jo shola mile bhadakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil

dil jo mila hai dildaar se dhadkan uthi azab pyar se
dil jo mila hai dildaar se dhadkan uthi azab pyar se
khulte labo pe chalki hasi ke jugnu kayi chamakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil mohabbat karo dhadkane lage
ek din jale shama hai ye dil jo shola mile bhadakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil

ye chand hai ke tum ho sajan hai chandani ke mera badan
ye chand hai ke tum ho sajan hai chandani ke mera badan
pahle milan ki raat aa gayi ke gesu mere jhalakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil mohabbat karo dhadkane lage
ek din jale shama hai ye dil jo shola mile bhadakne lage
shishe ka ho ke patthar ka dil

No charm resides in moonlight's embrace,
If stone itself held no heart's space,
Ah, if stone itself held no heart's grace,
Within this frame, this mortal case.

Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core, love's flame,
Let every pulse ignite the game,
A heart ablaze, a candle's name,
That flares when touched by fire's aim.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core.

Lost in dreams, a slumber deep,
Awakening, where secrets sleep,
Your gaze, your love, a touch so rare,
Awakened all, beyond compare.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core, love's flame,
Let every pulse ignite the game,
A heart ablaze, a candle's name,
That flares when touched by fire's aim.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core.

When hearts entwine, the vision's start,
The pulse leaps forth, with love's deep art,
On parted lips, a laughter bright,
Like fireflies that grace the night.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core, love's flame,
Let every pulse ignite the game,
A heart ablaze, a candle's name,
That flares when touched by fire's aim.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core.

Is it the moon, or you, my dear?
Moonlit nights, my form so near,
The first embrace, the night descends,
My tresses gleam, as love transcends.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core, love's flame,
Let every pulse ignite the game,
A heart ablaze, a candle's name,
That flares when touched by fire's aim.
Glass-like, yet stone-heart's core.