bade tir maare magar ik na laagaa
muhabbat me aakhir shikaari hi bhaagaa

bholaa shikaari nishaanaa na jaane
naadaan dil kaa lagaanaa na jaane
bholaa shikaari -2

jo dil tadapane par na ho raazi
khelegaa kyaa vo muhabbat ki baazi -2
jalanaa na jaane jalaanaa na jaane
naadaan dil kaa lagaanaa na jaane
bholaa shikaari

bholaa shikaari nishaanaa na jaane

chale tir par tir dil muskuraa_e
mazaa pyaar karane kaa aise hi aa_e -2
dil ki tadap ko zamaanaa na jaane
naadaan dil kaa lagaanaa na jaane
bholaa shikaari

bholaa shikaari nishaanaa na jaane

Arrows of longing, a volley unleashed,
Yet not one found its mark, the hunter deceased.

A simple hunter, unskilled, unaware,
Of the heart's true yearning, of the burdens to bear,
This simple hunter.

If the soul shrinks from the fire's embrace,
How could it gamble in love's treacherous space?
Igniting unknown, and burning unseen,
Of the heart's true longing, a novice, a queen,
This simple hunter.

Though arrows rain down, a smile finds its way,
Such is the joy of love's exquisite play,
The world cannot fathom the ache in the breast,
Of the heart's true longing, put truly to the test,
This simple hunter,
This simple hunter, unskilled and astray…