teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
ishq tera sataye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
ishq tera sataye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
koi chanchal si yaad aake tanhai me
koi chanchal si yaad aake tanhai me
meri ninde churaye to mai kya karu
teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
ishq tera sataye to mai kya karu mai kya karu

dil kitabo me bhi ab ye lagta nahi
ke kisi haal me bhi bahalta nahi
shor dil me chupaye mai chup hu magar
shor dil me chupaye mai chup hu magar
khamoshi jo gaye to mai kya karu
teri surat nigaho me phiri rahe
ishq tera sataye to mai kya karu mai kya karu

tujhko baho me bar lu tujhe chum lu
is kadar beadam ae sanam mai nahi
teri aankho ki jhilo me diwana dil
teri aankho ki jhilo me diwana dil
khud b khud dub jaye to mai kya karu
teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
ishq tera sataye top mai kya karu mai kya karu
koi chanchal si yaad aake tanhai me
meri ninde churaye to mai kya karu
teri surat nigaho me phirti rahe
ishq tera sataye top mai kya karu mai kya karu

Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?
A playful memory, in solitude's deep keep,
A playful memory, in solitude's deep keep,
Steals slumber from my eyes, what then, oh what?
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?

No solace found in books, nor in their page,
In any state, my heart won't disengage.
Though I conceal the clamor deep within,
Though I conceal the clamor deep within,
If silence sings its song, what then, oh what?
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?

To hold you close, to kiss you, I desire,
But such a lawless act, I would not dare.
Into your eyes, like lakes, my heart is drawn,
Into your eyes, like lakes, my heart is drawn,
And drowns itself, unbidden, what then, oh what?
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?
A playful memory, in solitude's deep keep,
Steals slumber from my eyes, what then, oh what?
Your face, a phantom in my sight, it roams,
If love's sharp sting should pierce, what then, oh what?