in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai
in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai
are re thahro dekhti hu, na jane shisha hai ke dil hai
kuch pairo ke niche to hai
in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai
are re thahro dekhti hu, na jane shisha hai ke dil hai
kuch pairo ke niche to hai

maje se ja rahi thi mai, ye aa gaye kaha se tum
maje se ja rahi thi mai, ye aa gaye kaha se tum
ye rahe dil hi aisi hai, jaha se hum waha se tum
are hasino ko satana, fir satake muskurana
maja aaya hame sach to hai
in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai
are re thahro dekhti hu, na jane shisha hai ke dil hai
kuch pairo ke niche to hai

badi azab ye manjil hai, kahi hu mai kahi dil hai
badi azab ye manjil hai, kahi hu mai kahi dil hai
sanam kare bhi kya hum tum, ke ye shama bhi katil hai
kam nahi tu bhi hasina, rut ko kya ilzam dena
ha mujhme bhi ye sab to hai
in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai
are re thahro dekhti hu, na jane shisha hai ke dil hai
kuch pairo ke niche to hai
in kadmo ke niche shayad ye mera dil hai
dekho to kya aisi hi bat hai

Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.
Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.
Ah, wait, I pause, to see, is it glass or heart I find?
Beneath the tread, something entwined.
Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.
Ah, wait, I pause, to see, is it glass or heart I find?
Beneath the tread, something entwined.

I walked with ease, where did you spring, so near?
I walked with ease, where did you spring, so near?
The path of hearts, it is, where I am, you appear.
To tease fair maids, then smile to see their plight,
Did pleasure rise? Indeed, in sight.
Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.
Ah, wait, I pause, to see, is it glass or heart I find?
Beneath the tread, something entwined.

This destination strange, I'm here, my heart's elsewhere,
This destination strange, I'm here, my heart's elsewhere,
Beloved, what can we do, when all the air does snare?
You're no less fair, my love, blame not the season's art,
Within me, too, this very part.
Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.
Ah, wait, I pause, to see, is it glass or heart I find?
Beneath the tread, something entwined.
Beneath these steps, perhaps my heart does lie,
Observe, and tell me if this truth's the tie.