aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha

jane raat ko aakho se
nind kahna uad jati hai
jane raat ko aakho se
nind kahna uad jati hai
apne ghr me gar ko
pakar bichari mur jati hai hai
koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha

dil par aise kya gujart
ghri ghri ye gabriye hai
dil par aise kya gujart
ghri ghri ye gabriye hai
main to kisi ka ho baitha
ye dhrak dhark kar samjhe
koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha

jab wo khilsti pehlu me
samjhyo pyar ka kam kiya
jab wo khilsti pehlu me
samjhyo pyar ka kam kiya
aise pyar k kya kahe
jis ne mere name kiya
koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha
aa aa koi bata de dil hai
jaha kyu hota hai dard bha

Ah, tell me, where the heart resides,
Why does sorrow always there abide?
You launch the arrow, then inquire,
Where is the heart, and where the fire?
Ah, tell me, where the heart does dwell,
Why does heartache its story tell?
You launch the arrow, then you plead,
Where is the heart, and where the bleed?

From eyes, at night, where does sleep flee?
From eyes, at night, where can it be?
In its own house, a stranger found,
The poor soul wilts, on hallowed ground.
Tell me, where the heart finds its place,
Why does suffering leave its trace?
You launch the arrow, then you ask,
Where is the heart's enduring task?

What travails does the heart endure,
That fear it must so often lure?
What travails does the heart sustain,
That fear it must so often reign?
I've become another's own,
My very pulse, the truth has shown.
Tell me, where the heart finds its keep,
Why does sorrow its secrets weep?
You launch the arrow, then you pine,
Where is the heart, that soul divine?

When in that holy space they meet,
Love's value, it's bittersweet.
When in that holy space they meet,
Love's value, incomplete.
What name to give to such a love,
That carves my name from up above?
Tell me, where the heart finds its hold,
Why does sorrow's tale unfold?
You launch the arrow, then you yearn,
Where is the heart, the lessons learn?
Tell me, where the heart is found,
Why does pain forever resound?
You launch the arrow, then you seek,
Where is the heart, so frail, so meek?