kya bataau dilruba jo iraada tha mera
kya bataau dilruba jo iraada tha mera
socha to tha tumse milu mai yeh kahu mai wo kahu
lekin dil ki saari baate bholi bholi pyaari baate
kehni nahi aati hai mujhe
mere diwaane suno kyun pareshaani me ho
dil mai chupi jo baat ho mujhse kaho khulke kaho
sunungi mai saari baate bholi bholi pyaari baate
samajh mai aati hai mujhe

bechain hai dil kya hai mushkil
tum hi dhyaan mai har pal ho
mai samajh gayi koyi baat nayi
lagta hai tum kuch paagal ho
anjaan to yu na bano acha chalo aage kaho
dil mai hai jo saari baate bholi bholi pyari baate
kehni nahi aati hai mujhe
kya bataau dilruba jo iraada tha mera
mere diwaane suno kyun pareshaani me ho

kuch puchna hai bolo kya hai
tumse pyaar hai kaise kahu
hoshiyaar ho tum mere hosh hai gum
jo kehna hai tumko mai jaanti hu
to hai kiya kya faisla pehle tumhe sun lu zara
dil mai hai jo saari baate bholi bholi pyaari baate
kehni nahi aati hai mujhe
kya bataau dilruba jo iraada tha mera
mere diwaane suno kyun pareshaani me ho
socha toh tha tumse milu mai yeh kahu mai woh kahu
sunungi mai saari baate bholi bholi pyaari baate
samajh mai aati hai mujhe

My love, what to tell of the heart's design,
My love, what of the paths I did entwine?
I dreamt to meet, to speak of this and that,
But all the whispers, simple, tender chat,
They fail to rise upon my tongue.
My darling, tell me, why this burdened plea?
Unfold the secrets held within, to me.
I'll listen close, to all the sweet, the true,
The gentle words, I understand, it's you.

Restless the heart, what is its hidden plea?
Your face, my focus, eternally.
I understand, a new emotion's born,
It seems, my love, you're slightly mad, forlorn.
Don't play the stranger, speak, let truth unfold,
The heart's own language, simple to be told,
It fails to rise upon my tongue.
My love, what to tell of the heart's design,
My darling, tell me, why this burdened sigh?

You seek to ask, so speak, what is your need?
I love you, how to plant that tender seed?
You're wise, I'm lost within your gaze so deep,
What you would speak, my heart knows, while I sleep.
So what is wrought, your words I'll gently hear,
The heart's own language, banish every fear,
It fails to rise upon my tongue.
My love, what to tell of the heart's design,
My darling, tell me, why this burdened tear?
I dreamt to meet, to speak of this and that,
I'll listen close, to all the sweet, the true,
The gentle words, I understand, it's you.