keh do keh do dil ki batein aisa pal phir ho na ho
na rahu mai na rahe tu kal ye pal phir ho na ho
mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
magar mai kah nahi sakta
mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
magar mai kah nahi sakta
karu to kya karu bole bin abhi rah nahi sakta
mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
magar mai kah nahi sakta

keh do keh do dil ki batein aisa pal phir ho na ho
na rahu mai na rahe tu kal ye pal phir ho na ho
tumhe tanhai me sochu to dhdkan ruk si jati hai
tumhare samne aakar nazar kyu jhuk si jati hai
tumhare dil ki har halat hamara dil samajhta hai
mohabbat karne walo ki har mushkil samajhta hai
ye har mushkil samajhta hai
guzarti kya hai chahat me
ye dil kuch kah nahi sakta
mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
magar mai kah nahi sakta
karu to kya karu bole bin abhi rah nahi sakta

keh do keh do dil ki batein aisa pal phir ho na ho
na rahu mai na rahe tu kal ye pal phir ho na ho

na neend apni na chain apna
na dil ki koi baat apni no hosh apne na jaan apni
na din apne na raat apni ab apni bekarai hai
mai khud hi hu tamashai na bolu to zuba jalti hai
bolu to hai ruswai ke bolu to hai ruswai
hai aisa dard is dil me jise ab sah nahi sakta
mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
magar mai kah nahi sakta
karu to kya karu bole bin abhi rah nahi sakta
keh do keh do dil ki batein aisa pal phir ho na ho
na rahu mai na rahe tu kal ye pal phir ho na ho

Speak, oh speak, the heart's unspoken plea,
For this moment may not bloom eternally.
If I vanish, if you fade from sight,
This second's grace may yield to endless night.
I hold a love for you, a burning fire,
Yet words to voice it, my soul does tire.
I hold a love for you, a sacred vow,
Yet how to speak it, I know not how.
What can I do? Without your touch I yearn,
Yet words are chained, my spirit cannot turn.
I hold a love for you, a whispered grace,
Yet how to speak it, I cannot embrace.

Speak, oh speak, the heart's unspoken art,
For this sweet moment may forever depart.
If I am gone, if you are lost from view,
This precious instant may never accrue.

In solitude, when thoughts of you arise,
My very pulse, it falters and then dies.
Before your presence, my gaze descends,
Why does my spirit so humbly bend?
Your heart's true state, my heart divines with ease,
And all the lovers' hidden agonies.
All lovers' trials, their hidden woes,
It knows, it knows.
The path of love, its trials, its pain,
My heart, it cannot voice this strain.
I hold a love for you, a tender plea,
Yet how to speak it, I cannot be free.
What can I do? Without your touch I yearn,
Yet words are chained, my spirit cannot turn.

Speak, oh speak, the heart's most secret grace,
For this sweet moment may not find its place.
If I am dust, if you are gone from earth,
This fleeting instant will lose its worth.

No slumber mine, no peace within my breast,
No whispered secrets that my heart has blessed,
No sense of self, no life to call my own,
No day or night, to me they have not grown.
A spectacle of restless, burning plight,
My own despair, I watch throughout the night.
If I keep silent, my tongue begins to burn,
If I speak, then shame and rejection return.
Such aching sorrow, buried in my core,
A burden now, I can't endure anymore.
I hold a love for you, a silent tear,
Yet how to speak it, fills me with such fear.
What can I do? Without your touch I yearn,
Yet words are chained, my spirit cannot turn.
Speak, oh speak, the heart's unspoken art,
For this dear moment may forever depart.
If I am gone, if you are lost afar,
This precious instant shall become a star.