tumko dil de baithe hai
ab dekho kya phal pate hai
tumko dil de baithe hai
ab dekho kya phal pate hai
kya arman nikalte hai
kya jite ji mar jate hai
tumko dil de baithe hai
ab dekho kya phal pate hai

dil dena aasan nahi
dil dena aasan nahi
mushkil bada mushkil hai ye
waise dil bahlane ko
dilwale dil bahlate hai
tumko dil de baithe hai
ab dekho kya phal pate hai

dhup sitaro se, chandani raat se
chandani raat se
mad mast ishaaro se
main to sari sari raat
karu mithi mithi baat
ae ji chhup chhup aankh dikhate hai
tumko dil
tumko dil de baithe hai
ab dekho kya phal pate hai

ab jane bhi do, jane bhi do
ab jane bhi do, jane bhi do
dil tumko ab ye diya hai
ise rakhna sambhal ka
itni arz kar jate hai
tumko dil
aji tumko dil de baithe hai

To you, my heart I've given,
Now I await the harvest sown.
To you, my heart I've given,
What fruits will bloom, now be known.
What hopes will rise, and blossom bright?
Or in this life, shall I be flown?
To you, my heart I've given,
Now I await the harvest sown.

To give one's heart, a deed not light,
To give one's heart, a task of might.
A trial of such grievous grace.
Yet, to amuse, hearts find their ease,
And lovers' hearts find solace there.
To you, my heart I've given,
Now I await the harvest sown.

From sun's embrace, from starry gleam,
From moonlit nights, a whispered dream,
From gestures drunk on sweet desire,
Through all the night, my words aspire
To gentle talk, a lover's art.
Yet shy glances play their part.
To you, my heart
To you, my heart I've given,
Now I await the harvest sown.

Now let it be, oh, let it be,
Now let it be, and set me free.
This heart of mine, to you I give,
With gentle care, may it now live.
This plea I make, as I depart.
To you, my heart
Oh, to you, my heart I've given.