diwane agar magar kahe soche diwane
diwane agar magar kahe soche diwane
maar dil pe teer najar lga le nishane
laga le nishane diwane
na jaane idhar udhar ki mera dil na jaane
cheez kya hai teer ae najar kaha ke nishane
kaha ke nishane na jaane
na jaane idhar udhar ki mera dil na jaane

pahle najar se baat na kar rakhi
kuch dil ki kuch darde jigar ki
pahle najar se baat na kar rakhi
kuch dil ki kuch darde jigar ki
shamaan pukare o aa parvane
o aa parvane diwane
diwane agar magar kahe soche diwane

kuch nahi samjha phir se to kahna
kahi ye tbiyat thik to hai na
kuch nahi samjha phir se to kahna
kahi ye tbiyat thik to hai na
kaise shamaan kaise parvane
ji ha parvane na jane
na jaane idhar udhar ki mera dil na jaane

aise na bhola ban matwale
aa mere dil se dil ko mila le
aise na bhola ban matwale
aa mere dil se dil ko mila le
dil dil kya hai moa na hi jaane
o moa na hi jaane
na jaane idhar udhar ki mera dil na jaane
diwane agar magar kahe soche diwane

The madman, why ponder ifs and buts, the madman?
The madman, why ponder ifs and buts, the madman?
Let the gaze pierce the heart, aim for the mark,
Aim for the mark, madman.
My heart knows not this way and that, it knows not.
What is this arrow of the gaze, where is its mark?
Where is its mark, it knows not.
My heart knows not this way and that, it knows not.

Before the glance, no words were spoken,
Of the heart, of the heart's pain.
Before the glance, no words were spoken,
Of the heart, of the heart's pain.
The candle calls, oh come, moth,
Oh come, moth, madman.
The madman, why ponder ifs and buts, the madman?

If you understood nothing, say it again,
Is your nature well, is it not?
If you understood nothing, say it again,
Is your nature well, is it not?
How the candle, how the moth,
Yes, the moth, it knows not.
My heart knows not this way and that, it knows not.

Do not be so innocent, intoxicated one,
Come, let your heart meet my heart.
Do not be so innocent, intoxicated one,
Come, let your heart meet my heart.
What is the heart, it knows not,
Oh, it knows not.
My heart knows not this way and that, it knows not.
The madman, why ponder ifs and buts, the madman?