tum lakh chhupana chahoge, par payaar chhupa na paoge
kachhe dhage se bandhe sarkar chale aaoge
sarkar chale aaoge
tum lakh jatana chaho, par pyar jata na paoge
dil ko thame hatho se khamosh chale jaoge
khamosh chale jaoge
tum lakh chhupana chahoge, par payaar chhupa na paoge
kachhe dhage se bandhe sarkar chale aaoge
sarkar chale aaoge

tumhare chehre ki rangat to ye batati hai
kisi ki yaad tumhe har pal satati hai
ye uljhe baal mohabbat ka raz kahte hai
kamal se nain khyalo me dube rahte hai
tumhari chal me sokhi hai or sararat hai
jarur tumko kisi na kisi se ulfat hai
lo raz khul gaya ab kisliye chhupate ho
jamana jan gaya hamko kyu banate ho
tum lakh chhupana chahoge, par payaar chhupa na paoge
kachhe dhage se bandhe sarkar chale aaoge
sarkar chale aaoge
tum lakh jatana chaho, par pyar jata na paoge
dil ko thame hatho se khamosh chale jaoge
khamosh chale jaoge

tumhare hotho pe har bat kaap jayegi
lagi ye dil ki kabhi juba par na ayegi
batao kaise jataoge pyar fir apna
na hoga pura kabhi arzu ka ye spana
tumhe ye pyar ki hasrat bahut satayegi
kabhi rulayegi tumko kabhi hasayegi
hamare kuje me aashik hazar aate hai
magar jo aate hai wo hosh bhul jate hai
tum lakh jatana chaho, par pyar jata na paoge
dil ko thame hatho se, khamosh chale jaoge

Though you may hide, your love will not remain,
Bound by threads unseen, to me you will be drawn.
You will come.
Though you may feign, your love you can't proclaim,
Heart in hands concealed, in silence you'll be gone.
You will come.

Though you may hide, your love will not remain,
Bound by threads unseen, to me you will be drawn.
You will come.

Your face betrays, the colors of a past,
A memory's ghost, forever holding fast.
These tangled locks, whisper of love's sweet art,
Lotus eyes adrift, lost within the heart.
Your gait is light, a mischievous delight,
For love's sweet touch, you yearn with all your might.
The secret's out, why hide it from the light?
The world now knows, why play this lonely plight?
Though you may hide, your love will not remain,
Bound by threads unseen, to me you will be drawn.
You will come.
Though you may feign, your love you can't proclaim,
Heart in hands concealed, in silence you'll be gone.
You will come.

Upon your lips, each word will gently quake,
This tongue of love, its secrets you won't make.
How will you show, the love you hold so dear?
This dream unfulfilled, forever drawing near.
This longing deep, will torment and impart,
With tears it'll sting, then laughter fill your heart.
A thousand lovers, to my doorstep roam,
But those who enter, quickly lose their home.
Though you may feign, your love you can't proclaim,
Heart in hands concealed, in silence you'll be gone.