kahni hai tumse do bate kahunga magar kano me
wo tum kahna nahi kisi se apne ya begano me
kano me kyu kahna koi chor hai kya
surat pe khone wale andar se
kuch aur hai kya tu mai hai kahte raho

bat hwaye nur ki hai abhi tujhe malum nahi
teri tarha se har koi hai janeman masum nahi
kaun si bat pehle kahu jine ki ya hansin khwab ki
hai bat sidhi si humpe maro ye tasali ha kya aapki
pas aao to phir hum bataye dhadkano ki do bate sunaye
kahni hai tumse do bate kahunga magar kano me
wo tum kahna nahi kisi se apne ya begano me
kano me kyu kahna koi chor hai kya
surat pe khone wale andar se
kuch aur hai kya tu meri hai kahte raho

dil ki bat hai kahna mushkil khwab ki hi dasta
itna pyara khwabo aur sapna bhule se bhi bhul na paye
ek pari dekhi maine utarte taro ki rah se dhire dhire
aankho mein thi chamak nilam ki
anguthi me hire ke nagino si hath se usne tasvir banti
hubahu sakal surat tumhari usne pehna ye phir tum kahoge
ho gaye hoge pal bhar me jogi usne chaha hoga jab bhi jana
rah banke wahi roki hogi

are tune ye sab kaise jana hath ab na gira de aana
ab kahoge yahi hai anguthi bat dil par magar hai ye ruthi
tum to jhute ho ek numbari na tha koi sapna na koi pari
tum chale the huhi ko bnane dekh ke mast mausam suhane
kahni hai tumse do bate kahunga magar kano me
wo tum kahna nahi kisi se apne ya begano me
kano me kyu kahna koi chor hai kya
surat pe khone wale andar se kuch aur hai kya

Two secrets I whisper, meant for your ears alone,
To keep, unspoken, amongst your own, or unknown.
Why whisper secrets? Are we thieves in the night?
Those who adore the surface, are their hearts less bright?
You and I, we whisper, let the echoes reside.

This light of the soul, you’ve yet to perceive,
Not every heart, like yours, is naive, believe.
Which truth shall I speak first, of living, or dreams so grand?
The simple truth: yield to us, is this your command?
Draw near, and I’ll reveal, the rhythm of a heart’s beat,
Two secrets I whisper, meant for your ears, complete.
To keep, unspoken, amongst your own, or unknown.
Why whisper secrets? Are we thieves, alone?
Those who adore the surface, are their hearts less bright?
You and I, we whisper, through the day and night.

A heart’s tale is hard to share, a dream’s soft art,
A dream so precious, never to depart.
I saw a fairy, descending starlight's trail,
Her eyes, a sapphire's gleam, without fail,
Like diamonds, in a ring, her hand did hold,
A portrait, of your image, brave and bold.
Then, she adorned you with it, and you'll then confess,
A moment of a monk's gaze, he wished to know,
And as a path, she'd have kept him, to and fro.

How do you know this truth? Don't let your hand fall now,
You'll speak of this ring, a heart's furrowed brow.
You're a liar, a deceiver, there was no dream, no fairy,
You went to create a "hooh" by seeing the lovely weather, so merry.
Two secrets I whisper, meant for your ears alone,
To keep, unspoken, amongst your own, or unknown.
Why whisper secrets? Are we thieves in the night?
Those who adore the surface, are their hearts less bright?