ye birha ki aag aisi isko sawan kya bujhata
ye birha ki aag aisi isko sawan kya bujhata
ye birha ki aag aisi isko sawan kya bujhata
ari baras aa baras aa baras ari baras
muh chupake laut jata hai
ye birha ki aag aisi isko sawan kya bujhata
ye birha ki aag aisi isko sawan kya bujhata

ek deepak se patange ne kaha
ek deepak se patange ne kaha
jalke teri aag me jalke teri aag me
jalke teri aag me jalna tujhe mai hi sikhata
ek deepak se patange ne kaha

kahte hai dil jise kahte hai dil jise
kahte hai dil jise do hi pal ka khel hai
do hi pal ka khel hai ek milne se pahle
ek milne se pahle ek milne se pahle
ek milne ke bad aata kahte hai dil jise
kahte hai dil jise ye birha ki aag aisi
isko sawan kya bujhata

This fire of longing, a blaze within,
How could the monsoon quench what it begins?
This fire of longing, a soul's deep ache,
The summer's deluge cannot this spirit break.
Come, rain, descend, then hide your face in shame,
For this fire burns, a never-ending flame.
This fire of longing, a heart's despair,
How could the monsoon put out the fire there?

A moth once spoke to a solitary light,
"In your embrace, I'll teach you how to ignite,
Burn in your fire, a dance of pure desire."
A moth to light, a lesson to acquire.

They call it 'heart,' a fleeting, fragile game,
Two moments held within its whispered name,
Before a meeting, and after it has passed,
They call it heart, a moment meant to last.
This fire of longing, a sorrow deep and wide,
How could the monsoon stem this restless tide?