tum tum tum tum tutum
man kyo aise bahke hai
tan kyo aise dehke hai haye
dil kyo aise dhadke hai shole kaise bhadke hai
nas nas me aag bahe ye kya ho raha hai
ye kya ho raha hai

ham hai java dil java hai
dil me java arman hai
koi hasi hai to hoga hamsa bhi koi kaha hai
ik pal jo dekhe to patthar ko pighla de ham
ho patthar bhi bol pade ye kya ho raha hai

dilkash kisi ko jo pau kya sochta hu batau
chahu jo pana mai usko
khud hi kahi kho na jau
phir hoke divane khud ko hi na bhula de ham
jo dekhe kahne lage ye kya ho raha hai

jo bhi dilruba hamko chahiye
har ik pari apsara chahiye
hasinaye jo aye fauran sabko jhuka de ham
sharama ke husn kahe ye kya ho raha hai

tum pyar ko khel samajhe
mere liye jindagi hai
shayad mere sare dil me
chahat koi bas gayi hai
hai dil ke jo nagme ab
kyo na kisi ko suna de ham
ho ham gaye dohraye ye kya ho raha hai

You, you, you, you, a whisper in the void,
Why does the mind wander, lost and deployed?
Why does the body blaze, a consuming pyre?
Why does the heart pound, consumed by desire?
How do flames erupt, a wildfire's embrace?
Fire flows in each vein, what is this space?
What is this happening?

We are youth, hearts alight with the same spark,
Young dreams reside in the heart's hidden dark.
If beauty exists, where is the equal?
Even a glance, we could melt a cold sequel.
Even stones would speak, with bewildered plea:
What is this happening?

If I find a beautiful being, what I think I would say,
What I desire to grasp, in this moment, this day,
I fear I may lose myself, disappear and fade,
And in madness, forget, the life that I've made.
If they see, they will ask, bewildered and amazed:
What is this happening?

Whatever beloved soul we seek,
Every angel, every nymph, unique,
If beauties arrive, we'll bend them to our will,
Shameful beauty would whisper, then say still:
What is this happening?

You see love as sport, a game to be played,
For me, it's a life, a choice to be made.
Perhaps in my heart, a desire takes hold,
In my heart, a story of life to be told.
So the heart's melodies, let them be heard,
Why not sing them, now, every word?
We sing and repeat, the question we pose:
What is this happening?