kyu itna tadpata hai
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
tujhse milkar bhi sanam
dil hai bekarar, dil hai bekarar
o kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
tujhse milkar bhi sanam
dil hai bekarar, dil hai bekarar

pahle khabar na thi, bechain hum honge
jane abhi dil par, kitne sitam honge
pahle khabar na thi, bechain hum honge
jane abhi dil par, kitne sitam honge
badhti jaye betabi
badhti jaye betabi, dil pe o dildar
badhti jaye betabi, dil pe o dildar
kaisi hai ye dillagi, kaisa hai khumar
kaisa hai khumar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
ho tujhse milkar bhi sanam
dil hai bekarar, dil hai bekarar

kaisi tadap hai ye, armaan jaage hai
sine me chahat ke, tufan jaage hai
kaisi tadap hai ye, armaan jaage hai
sine me chahat ke, tufan jaage hai
mujhse meri har dhadhkan
ho mujhse meri har dhadhkan
karti kai ikarar
mujhse meri har dhadhkan, karti kai ikarar
ab to meri zindagi, tujhpe hai nisaar
tujhpe hai nisaar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
kyu itna tadpata hai
mujhko tera pyar
tujhse milkar bhi sanam
dil hai bekarar, dil hai bekarar

Why does it torment so?
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Even in union, beloved,
The heart finds no peace, no peace.
Oh, why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Even in union, beloved,
The heart finds no peace, no peace.

Unaware, we were, of this unrest,
Unknowing the sorrows our hearts would wrest.
Unaware, we were, of this unrest,
Unknowing the sorrows our hearts would wrest.
Agony it swells,
Agony it swells, on the heart, O beloved.
Agony it swells, on the heart, O beloved.
What is this game of the heart, this intoxicating haze?
This intoxicating haze.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Even in union, beloved,
The heart finds no peace, no peace.

What longing is this? Desires awaken,
In the chest, storms of longing, they are taken.
What longing is this? Desires awaken,
In the chest, storms of longing, they are taken.
From me, every heartbeat,
From me, every heartbeat,
Makes its confession.
From me, every heartbeat, makes its confession.
Now my very life, is offered to you.
Offered to you.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Why does it torment so?
Your love, it does to me.
Even in union, beloved,
The heart finds no peace, no peace.