aye dil yeh bata kyun hone laga ik dard sine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
aye dil yeh bata kyun hone laga ik dard sine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai
aye dil yeh bata kyun hone laga ik dard sine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai
aye dil yeh bata aye dil yeh bata

diwanapan aisa mujhpe chhaaya hai
lamha lamha ik bechaini laaya hai
kuch khokar bhi maine sab kuch paya hai
kuch khokar bhi maine sab kuch paya hai
kyun mehake sama kyun chhaaye nasha shabnam bhi pine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai
aye dil yeh bata aye dil yeh bata

teri panaho me abb rehana chaahu main
kya kya jaana tujhse kehana chaahu main
yeh betaabi abb toh seh na paau main
yeh betaabi abb toh seh na paau main
kyun dhadkan meri diwana kare chaahat ke mahine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai
aye dil yeh bata kyun hone laga ik dard sine me
aane laga kyun maja jine me
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai
yeh pyaar hai ya phir kuch aur hai

O heart, tell me why a pain now blooms within,
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
O heart, tell me why a pain now blooms within,
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
Is this love, or something more unseen?
O heart, tell me why a pain now blooms within,
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
Is this love, or something more, between?
O heart, tell me, O heart, convene.

Madness like a shadow, now it holds me near,
Each passing moment whispers a rising fear,
Losing all, yet finding all held dear,
Losing all, yet finding all held clear.
Why does the world now scent, intoxication gleam, to drink the dew unseen?
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
Is this love, or something more, between?
O heart, tell me, O heart, convene.

In your embrace, I long to softly reside,
What secrets of the soul I now confide,
This restlessness, I can no longer hide,
This restlessness, I can no longer confide.
Why does my heart now beat a mad desire, in love's sweet season, keen?
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
Is this love, or something more, between?
O heart, tell me why a pain now blooms within,
Why joy now finds a place where sorrow had been?
Is this love, or something more, between?
Is this love, or something more, I’ve seen?