chahe kitna mujhe tum bulao
ji nahi bolungi nahi bolungi
chahe kitna mujhe tum bulao
ji nahi bolungi nahi bolungi
bol na bole janewale
sun to le diwano ki
ab nahi dekhi jati humse
ye halat armano ki
bol na bole janewale

husn ke khilte phul hamesha
bedardo ke hath bike
husn ke khilte phul hamesha
bedardo ke hath bike
aur chahat ke matwalo
ko dhul mili virano ki
chahe kitna mujhe tum bulao
ji nahi bolungi nahi bolungi
bol na bole janewale

dil ke najuk zazbo par
bhi raaz hai sone chandi ka
dil ke najuk zazbo par
bhi raaz hai sone chandi ka
ye duniya kya kimat degi
pyasa dil insano ki
chahe kitna mujhe tum bulao
ji nahi bolungi nahi bolungi
bol na bole janewale
sun to le diwano ki ab nahi dekhi jati humse
ye halat armano ki bol na bole janewale

Though you may call, however loud,
My voice, a vow, shall not be bowed.
Though you may call, again, again,
My spirit whispers, "No, Amen."

Speak, words unspoken, hear the plea,
Of hearts consumed by ecstasy.
We can no longer bear to see,
The ruins of our dreams, wild and free.
Speak, words unspoken, hear the plea.

The blossoms of beauty, ever bright,
Are sold to hands devoid of light.
The blossoms of beauty, pure and true,
Are bartered in the cruel market's view.
And those who yearn with love's desire,
Find ashes in the desert's fire.
Though you may call, however loud,
My voice, a vow, shall not be bowed.
Speak, words unspoken, hear the plea.

Upon the tender heart's soft stage,
The lust for gold, a gilded cage.
Upon the tender heart's embrace,
The lust for gold, its shadowed space.
What price can this cold world bestow,
For thirsting souls, that ebb and flow?
Though you may call, however loud,
My voice, a vow, shall not be bowed.
Speak, words unspoken, hear the plea,
Of hearts consumed by ecstasy.
We can no longer bear to see,
The ruins of our dreams, wild and free.
Speak, words unspoken, hear the plea.