nigao mein base ye aise,
nigao mein base ye aise,
khyaalo mein yu chhaaye,
kee khudako bhee yu dekhe to
teree soorat najar aaye,
nigao mein base ye aise.



na jaane kaisa jaadoo tha,
na jaane kaisee mastee thee.
na jaane kaisa jaadoo tha,
na jaane kaisee mastee thee.
laga na hoth baaki jab
najar ke jaam takarae.
kee khudako bhee yu dekhe to
teree soorat najar aaye,
nigao mein base ye aise.


nahin hain phark husno ishk
ka ulphat kee mahafil me,
nahin hain phark husno ishk
ka ulphat kee mahafil me,
chhama ko jo dil pinghale
to vo khud pavrvaan na hojaye,
kee khud ko dekhe to,
khud kee soorat najar na aaye.
nigao mein base ye aise.

chale aao kee dil kee bekaaree badatee jaatee hain,
chale aao kee dil kee bekaaree badatee jaatee hain.
koee yu jee kasohur se kha tak dil ko bahalae
ke khud ko dekhe dekhe to,
khud kee soorat najar na aaye.
nigao mein base ye aise.

They dwell within the gaze, a haunting place,
They dwell within the gaze, a silent grace,
And in the thoughts, they softly start to bloom,
And in the thoughts, they gently start to loom,
That when I gaze at self, in shadowed space,
Your form, my love, alone I find to trace,
They dwell within the gaze, a haunting place.

I know not what enchantment held us near,
I know not what enchantment made us clear,
I know not what enchantment took its hold,
I know not what enchantment, brave and bold.
No lips had met, no whispered word was said,
But eyes, like goblets, met instead,
That when I gaze at self, in shadowed space,
Your form, my love, alone I find to trace,
They dwell within the gaze, a haunting place.

No difference remains, 'twixt love and grace,
No difference remains, in love's embrace,
Within the gathering where true feelings reside,
Within the gathering where all secrets hide,
When candle's heart, begins to melt and weep,
It loses form, descends to slumber deep,
That when I gaze within, in shadowed space,
My own reflection, I no longer trace,
They dwell within the gaze, a haunting place.

Come, my love, for emptiness expands,
Come, my love, for barrenness expands,
How long can heart, with empty moments play?
How long can heart, find comfort in its way?
That when I gaze within, in shadowed space,
My own reflection, I no longer trace,
They dwell within the gaze, a haunting place.