nuktaachi hai, gam-e-dil usko sunaaye na bane
kya bane baat jahaan baat banaaye na bane
kya bane baat jahaan baat banaaye na bane

mai bulata to hu usko magar ai jazbaa-e-dil
mai bulata to hu usko magar ai jazbaa-e-dil
us pe ban jaaye kuchh aisi
us pe ban jaaye kuchh aisi ki bin aaye na bane
us pe ban jaaye kuchh aisi ki bin aaye na bane
nuktaachi hai, gam-e-dil usko sunaaye

bojh wo sar pe gira
bojh wo sar se gira hai, ki uthaaye na uthe
kaam wo aan pada hai ke banaaye na bane
kaam wo aan pada hai ke banaaye na bane
nuktaachi hai, gam-e-dil usko sunaaye

ishq par zor nahi
ishq par zor nahi hai ye vo aatish gaalib
ke lagaaye na lage
ke lagaaye na lage aur bujhaaye na bane
ke lagaaye na lage aur bujhaaye na bane
nuktaachi hai, gam-e-dil usko sunaaye

To a critic's ear, my heart's grief, a tale untold,
How can the words take shape, when shapes they can't unfold?
How can the words take shape, when shapes they can't unfold?

Though I summon her, my soul's yearning sighs,
Though I summon her, my soul's yearning sighs,
May a spell be cast, a destined guise,
May a spell be cast, a destined guise,
That she not come, though I call her near,
That she not come, though I call her near.
To a critic's ear, my heart's grief, a tale untold.

A burden falls, a weight upon the head,
A burden falls, a weight upon the head,
Too heavy now, to lift from where it's spread,
Too heavy now, to lift from where it's spread,
A task descends, defying all design,
A task descends, defying all design,
To a critic's ear, my heart's grief, a tale untold.

Love's a force untamed, a fire's fierce display,
Love's a force untamed, a fire's fierce display,
A flame that sparks unbidden, come what may,
A flame that sparks unbidden, come what may,
Unleashed it burns, then cannot be subdued,
Unleashed it burns, then cannot be subdued,
To a critic's ear, my heart's grief, a tale untold.