chori chori chhup chhup dekhe mujhe dekhe mujhe
haye haye karta hain aaye pichhe aaye pichhe
aate jate raaste mein toke mujhe chhede mujhe
shola bhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera

dil ka lagana bura hain maine suna hain padha hain
mujhko nahi dil lagana faisala ye maine kiya hain
kyu dekhu tujhko palat ke kyu tu ? ko chhad ke
aisa hain kya tujhme haan maine usse ye kaha hain
phir bhi na mana meri baat diwana re
gaya pichhe mud ke haye haye dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke

raaton ko mujhko sataye khwabon mein bhi aaye jaye
kyu pyar ke geet gaye wo diwana wo diwana
ladki kahi aur dekhe na mere bare mein soche
le jaye usko bagiche na yahan pe koi thikana
gaya pichhe pad ke haye haye haye dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke
chori chori chhup chhup dekhe mujhe dekhe mujhe
haye haye karta hain aaye pichhe aaye pichhe
aate jate raaste mein toke mujhe chhede mujhe
shola bhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera
dhak dhak dhadke dhak dhak dhadke dil mera dil mera

He steals glances, hides and sees, sees me,
Sighs and follows, shadows me, chases me.
On every path, he halts, teases, provokes,
My heart, a burning ember, it smokes,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.

I've heard and read, love's a cruel game,
To give the heart, a foolish claim.
I vowed, no love, no binding tie,
Why then, do I, in his gaze, reply?
Why turn to him, forsaking all?
What magic holds me in his thrall?
Yet still, he will not heed my plea,
A madman lost, pursuing me,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.

By night, he haunts, a shadowed form,
In dreams he comes, a raging storm.
Why sing the songs of love's sweet art?
This madman, tearing at my heart.
Let him not look, beyond my face,
Let him not think, of this embrace.
Take him away, to gardens deep,
Where secrets sleep, and lovers weep,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.
He steals glances, hides and sees, sees me,
Sighs and follows, shadows me, chases me.
On every path, he halts, teases, provokes,
My heart, a burning ember, it smokes,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum,
My heart, it beats, until I succumb.