awaargi karta hun par main awara nahi
chhod a khula dil ko magar khud ko bigada nahi
aise lage tere bina ab to guzara nahi
kisi ka bhi honga na main
hua jo tumhara nahi
tu hi to hai khayal mera
tu hi to hai qaraar mera
jhute nashe jahan me kabhi
tu hi to hai khumaar mera

tu hi to hai khayal mera
tu hi to hai qarar mera
jhute nashe jahan me kabhi
tu hi to hai khumaar mera

zinda hun tujhpe mar ke
bhula sab tujhko padh ke
kesa hai pyar tera ha

main yaara tere aage dekho dil haara hu
main yaara jese bhi hu jo bhi hu tumhaara hu
jo teri chahate samete wo kinaara hu
kese main ye kahu

main yaara tere liye zamin pe utaara hu
main teri bholi bhaali aankho ka ishara hu
jo teri chahatein samete wo kinaara hu
kese main ye kahu

tu paas bhi zara, zara
tu pyaas bhi zara, zara
tu raaz bhi zara, zara
main ho gaya hu tera

tuhi to hai khayal mera
tuhi to hai qaraar mera
jhute nashe jaha me kabhi
tu hi to hai khumar mera
tuhi to hai khayal mera
tuhi to hai qaraar mera
jhute nashe jaha me kabhi
tu hi to hai khumar mera

zinda hun tujhpe mar ke
bhula sab tujhko padh ke
kesa hai pyar tera ha

I wander, yet I'm not lost,
My heart laid bare, though my soul uncrossed.
Without you, life feels a barren frost,
Belonging to none, if not to you, my cost.

You are my thought, my solace true,
In this world of false highs, you're the dew.

You are my thought, my solace true,
In this world of false highs, you're the dew.
Alive in your death,
Forgetting all else, reading you.
How is your love, oh?

My friend, before you, my heart is subdued.
My friend, however I am, I am yours, imbued.
The shore that gathers all your desires, I'm construed.
How can I say this?

My friend, for you, to earth I've imbued.
I am the signal in your innocent eyes, viewed.
The shore that gathers all your desires, I'm imbued.
How can I say this?
You are near a bit, a bit,
You are thirst a bit, a bit,
You are secret a bit, a bit,
I have become yours.

You are my thought, my solace true,
In this world of false highs, you're the dew.
You are my thought, my solace true,
In this world of false highs, you're the dew.
Alive in your death,
Forgetting all else, reading you.
How is your love, oh?