mudke na aayenge wo
mudke na aayenge wo, hume aitbaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
mudke na aayenge wo, hume aitbaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai

rahte the dhadkano me kabhi, jaan ki tarah ho
rahte the dhadkano me kabhi, jaan ki tarah ho
wo aaj dekhte hain kyun
wo aaj dekhte hain kyun, anjaan ki tarah
rishte ye kis tarah ke hain, ye kaisa pyar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai

din to bahaar ke the magar, aa gayi khiza
din to bahaar ke the magar, aa gayi khiza
aake giri humare
aake giri humare, nasheman pe bijaliya
daaman mohabbato ka, hua taar taar hai
daaman mohabbato ka, hua taar taar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai
mudke na aayenge wo, hume aitbaar hai
pagal hai dil, jise abhi intzaar hai

They will not return, of this, we are sure,
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
They will not return, of this, we are sure,
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.

Once, they resided in our very beat,
Like life itself, oh, so bittersweet.
Why now do they gaze, as if unknown?
What manner of bond, what love is shown?
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.

Days of spring, yet autumn's chill descends,
Days of spring, yet autumn's chill descends,
And lightning strikes, our nest consumed in flame.
And lightning strikes, our nest consumed in flame.
The fabric of love, now frayed and torn,
The fabric of love, now frayed and torn.
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.
They will not return, of this, we are sure,
The heart is mad, still longing to endure.