aaj kisi ke dil ke haatho ne, dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
aaj kisi ke dil ke haatho ne, dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya

gahari nind me soye saaz ki, gahari nind me soye saaz ki
jhankaaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
aaj kisi ke dil ke haatho ne, dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya

ha ha ho ho ho
aaj meri tanhaai apne aap se bhi sharmaane lagi
aaj meri tanhaai apne aap se bhi sharmaane lagi
dil ki dhadkan nagama bankar, hontho par lahraane lagi
hay mere hontho par lahraane lagi
jo saahil ko saath baha le
jo saahil ko saath baha le
un dhaaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
aaj kisi ke dil ke haatho ne, dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya

har jhokhe se mujhko unake saath ki khushbu aati hai
tanman me ek thandi thandi aag bikharti jaati hain
jaane kisaki shokh najar ne, jaane kisaki shokh najar ne
aangaaro ko chhed diyaa
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
aaj kisi ke dil ke haatho ne, dil ke taaro ko chhed diya
dil ke taaro ko chhed diya

A hand, unknown, has brushed the strings,
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
A hand, unknown, has brushed the strings,
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.

Deep in slumber, the instrument lay,
Deep slumber of the music's sway,
Awakening echoes from depths of night,
A hand, unknown, has brought the light.
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
A hand, unknown, has brushed the strings,
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.

Ha ha ho ho ho
My solitude, it starts to blush,
From its own self, a silent hush.
The heart's own beat, a song takes flight,
Upon my lips, a dancing light.
Upon my lips, a dancing light.
That carries shores, in tides so free,
That carries shores, for all to see,
They've touched the currents, wild and deep,
The heart's own lyre, awakes from sleep.
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
A hand, unknown, has brushed the strings,
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.

Each breeze now whispers of their grace,
A cool fire spreads in time and space.
Whose playful gaze, with piercing art,
Whose playful gaze, has stirred my heart,
Has touched the embers, burning bright.
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.
A hand, unknown, has brushed the strings,
The heart's own lyre, it softly sings.