dil me shole nigaho me pani dil me shole nigaho me pani
dil me shole nigaho me pani dil me shole nigaho me pani
har tayaf ki hai ye kahani har tayaf ki hai ye kahani
dil me shole nigaho me pani dil me shole nigaho me pani

kitne unvan hai kitne tufan hai kitne unvan hai kitne tufan hai
nazo hai andaz hai saaj hai raaz hai
humsafar hai kai or ghar hai kai
khub hai dasta gujara hai bachpan kaha
or gujari kaha pe jawani or gujari kaha pe jawani
dil me shole nigaho me pani har tayaf ki hai ye kahani

is sahar me yahi kho gayi vo kahi is sahar me yahi kho gayi vo kahi
aaina dekh kar mujhko aayi nazer vo jo majbur thi fir bhi magrur thi
aaj kothe pe thi nachti hai vo hi
apne babul ki galiyo ki rani apne babul ki galiyo ki rani
dil me shole nigaho me pani har tayaf ki hai ye kahani

ye tayaf kahi paida hoti nahi ye tayaf kahi paida hoti nahi
banti hai badnasib hoti hai ye garib ya koi bewafa dete isko daga
chhod deta hai sath has ke bas ek raat
umar bhar roti hai ye diwani umar bhar roti hai ye diwani
dil me shole nigaho me pani dil me shole nigaho me pani
har tayaf ki hai ye kahani dil me shole nigaho me pani

In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide,
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide,
In every courtesan, this story's ride,
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide.

So many titles, tempests too,
So many titles, tempests too,
Grace and gesture, music's hue,
Secrets veiled, yet ever true.
Companions abound, and homes they claim,
Where childhood wandered, a whispered name,
Where youth once danced, a fading flame.
And where did youth truly reside?
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide.

Within this city, she was lost,
Within this city, she was lost,
In mirrors, her reflection crossed,
The one who, though frail, paid the cost,
She who was forced, yet still held pride,
Today, the dancer, on the stage she strides,
Once queen of streets, where fathers abide,
Once queen of streets, where fathers abide,
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide.

No courtesan is born, they say,
No courtesan is born, they say,
Misfortune makes her this way,
Poverty's chains bind her every day,
A faithless one, betrayed, they say,
Who leaves her with a laugh, then turns away,
A single night, then fades to gray,
Forever weeping, come what may,
Forever weeping, come what may,
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide.
In every courtesan, this story's ride,
In hearts, a fire, in eyes, the tide.