unse pooche kya hain mohabbat dekhe woh kya kehte hain
unse pooche kya hain mohabbat dekhe woh kya kehte hain
har khwaahish ke do sau khwaab dekhe woh kya kehte hain
unse pooche
ha unse pooche kya hain mohabbat dekhe woh kya kehte hain
har khwaahish ke do sau khwaab dekhe woh kya kehte hain
unse pooche

makhmali ret pe chal rahe hain armaan humare tere sahare
subah ki os bhi chu rahi hain chalte sharare yeh lab tumhare
anpadh hain kitne mausam bhi raste jo saare yeh bhule
unki nazar ki gum raahein behkade jisko bhi chu le
humne aisa socha hain humne aisa socha hain
dekhe woh kya kehte hain unse pooche
unse pooche kya hain mohabbat dekhe woh kya kehte hain
har khwaahish ke do sau khwaab dekhe woh kya kehte hain
unse pooche

katrane dhup ki so rahi hain chehre pe banke zulfo se chanke
aasman toot ke mil raha hain tumse aur humse haule se thamke
unko jo chu ke gujre hain behti hawa ke yeh jhoke
khushbu se milne jaayenge shayad yahan se yeh hoke
humne aisa socha hain humne aisa socha hain
dekhe woh kya kehte hain unse pooche
unse pooche kya hain mohabbat dekhe woh kya kehte hain
har khwaahish ke do sau khwaab dekhe woh kya kehte hain

Ask them, what is love? Let us hear their reply,
Ask them, what is love? Watch the words they ply.
Two hundred dreams bloom from each desire's seed,
Ask them, what whispers from that longing's creed?
Ask them.

Upon velvet sands, our yearnings softly tread,
Held by your grace, where hopes are gently led.
Morning dew kisses, the fire in your smile,
Unread are seasons, lost on paths a while.
Their gaze, a shadow, that subtly ensnares,
Whispering madness, wherever it dares.
Thus we ponder, thus we softly muse,
Let us hear their wisdom, the truth they choose.
Ask them, what is love? Let us hear their reply,
Two hundred dreams bloom from each desire's sky.
Ask them.

Sunlight, in slumber, on faces it does lie,
Filtered by tresses, as soft breezes sigh.
The heavens descend, gently meeting our gaze,
With you and with me, in a hushed, tender daze.
The wind's gentle touch, as it wanders by,
Through them it passes, beneath the vast sky.
To meet with the fragrance, perhaps it will go,
From here it will journey, where sweet breezes flow.
Thus we ponder, thus we softly muse,
Let us hear their wisdom, the truth they choose.
Ask them, what is love? Let us hear their reply,
Two hundred dreams bloom from each desire's sky.
Ask them.