munh ki baat sune har koi
dil ke dard ko jane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi
dil ke dard ko jane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi

sadiyo sadiyo wahi tamasha
rasta rasta lambi khoj
sadiyo sadiyo wahi tamasha
rasta rasta lambi khoj
lekin jab ham mil jaate hai
kho jata hai jaane kaun
lekin jab ham mil jaate hai
kho jata hai jaane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi

wo mera aaina hai ya main
uski parchhai hu
wo mera aaina hai ya main
uski parchhai hu
mere hi ghar mein rahta hai
mujh jaisa hi jaane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi

kiran kiran alsa sa suraj
palak palak khulti ninde
kiran kiran alsa sa suraj
palak palak khulti ninde
dhire dhire pighal raha hai
zarra zarra jaane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi
dil ke dard ko jane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
aawazo ke baazaro me
khamoshi pahchane kaun
munh ki baat sune har koi

The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed,
The heart's ache, who will concede?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed,
The heart's ache, who will concede?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed.

Through ages old, the same display,
On paths that stretch, a long-lost way.
Through ages old, the same display,
On paths that stretch, a long-lost way.
But when at last, our souls align,
Which self dissolves, where do we find?
But when at last, our souls align,
Which self dissolves, where do we find?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed.

Is it my mirror, or am I,
His reflected form beneath the sky?
Is it my mirror, or am I,
His reflected form beneath the sky?
Within my home, he makes his stay,
My very self, who fades away?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed.

Ray by ray, the sun’s soft sigh,
Lid by lid, the waking eye.
Ray by ray, the sun’s soft sigh,
Lid by lid, the waking eye.
Slowly melting, bit by bit,
Which particle dissolves from it?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed,
The heart's ache, who will concede?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
In markets loud, where voices throng,
The silent whisper, who will belong?
The tongue’s tale, a crowd will heed.