tumse kuchh kahna hai
agar tum kuchh kahane do
aji bole bina ham jane
rahane do ji rahane do
inn aankho me rahana hai
aagar pyar se rahane do
pahale dil ko najaroge
kuchh tir toh sahane do

hans hansake sah lenge
bade shokh se tir chalao
hans hansake sah lenge
bade shokh se tir chalao
ye fasana hai purana
koyi bat nayi farmao
chalo juth sahi per bat meri
ek bar bhi toh sun lo
tumse kuchh kahna hai
agar tum kuchh kahane do
aji bole bina ham jane
rahane do ji rahane do

dil dole kuchh bole
bhala kaun ye samaje ishare
dil dole kuchh bole
bhala kaun ye samaje ishare
ho ishara jo tumhara
toh mai tod ke la du sitaare
aji tumpe yakin kuchh hamko nahi
jara honsh ki bat karo
tumse kuchh kahna hai
agar tum kuchh kahane do
aji bole bina ham jane
rahane do ji rahane do

kuchh dinse mere dil me
koyi ban ke khayal aata hai
kuchh dinse mere dil me
koyi ban ke khayal aata hai
baton se bahlana, tum ko ye kamal aata hai
sach kahate hai ham chalo khao kasam
chahe apni kasam le lo
tumse kuchh kahna hai
agar tum kuchh kahane do
aji bole bina ham jane
rahane do ji rahane do

A word I long to speak to you,
If you would only let me try.
But silence whispers, "Let it be,"
"Leave unspoken, let it die."
To dwell within your gazing eyes,
If love would offer me its keep.
First pierce my heart with arrows’ flight,
And let me suffer, let me weep.

With laughter, I will bear the pain,
Launch your arrows, with delight.
With laughter, I will bear the pain,
Launch your arrows, with delight.
This tale is ancient, worn and old,
Speak a story, fresh and new.
A lie, perhaps, yet hear my plea,
Just once, let me speak to you.
A word I long to speak to you,
If you would only let me try.
But silence whispers, "Let it be,"
"Leave unspoken, let it die."

The heart beats, whispers, softly sighs,
Who understands these hidden signs?
The heart beats, whispers, softly sighs,
Who understands these hidden signs?
If you but beckon with a glance,
I'd pluck the stars, and make them mine.
Ah, trust in you, I cannot find,
Speak of reason, be more true.
A word I long to speak to you,
If you would only let me try.
But silence whispers, "Let it be,"
"Leave unspoken, let it die."

Of late, within my lonely heart,
A phantom form begins to bloom.
Of late, within my lonely heart,
A phantom form begins to bloom.
To charm with words, you have the art,
A skill that banishes all gloom.
I speak the truth, now swear with me,
Or swear your oath, if you’d pursue.
A word I long to speak to you,
If you would only let me try.
But silence whispers, "Let it be,"
"Leave unspoken, let it die."