paas aake ye tune kya kiya
mera raha na mera tha jo jiya
paas aake ye tune kya kiya
mera raha na mera tha jo jiya

saath deti hai jeene ke liye
meri sanso ko uski dhadkane
arju ye ankho me pyar ki
jaan ho meri ruh mere yaar ki
yun baat chhoti afsana kar ke
uthake palke dewana kar ke
mujhe mujhi se begana kar ke
tum aise jao na
najar ki masti ye sahmi sahmi
hain shok lahje me dheemi dheemi
na ho jo tumse wo baat karke
tum aise jao na

thaam kar ye hath baton baton me
kah de dil ki baaton baton me
karna hai jo kar gujare lamhe me
baat bigadegi warna darne me
kyo baat chhoti afsana kar ke
uthake palke dewana kar ke
mujhe mujhi se begana kar ke
tum aise jao na
najar ki masti ye sahmi sahmi
hain shok lahje me dheemi dheemi
na ho jo tumse wo baat karke
tum aise jao na
paas aake ye tune kya kiya
mera raha na mera tha jo jiya
paas aake ye tune kya kiya
mera raha na mera tha jo jiya

kyo baat chhoti afsana kar ke
uthake palke dewana kar ke
mujhe mujhi se begana kar ke
tum aise jao na
najar ki masti ye sahmi sahmi
hain shok lahje me dheemi dheemi
na ho jo tumse wo baat karke
tum aise jao na
paas aake

You, drawing near, what have you done?
The life I lived, now no longer mine, undone.
You, drawing near, what have you done?
The life I lived, now no longer mine, undone.

My breath finds comfort in your trace,
Your heartbeat echoes in my space.
Desire blooms within my sight,
My soul, my friend, my guiding light.
Why weave a tale of fleeting grace,
Then lift your gaze, and leave this place,
And make me alien to my face?
Don't you depart this way.
The gaze, once bold, now shyly shies,
Desire's whisper softly sighs.
Before the words we long to say,
Don't you depart this way.

Holding hands, in whispered plea,
Unburden heart, and set it free.
Do what must be, in this embrace,
Or fear will fray, and time will race.
Why weave a tale of fleeting grace,
Then lift your gaze, and leave this place,
And make me alien to my face?
Don't you depart this way.
The gaze, once bold, now shyly shies,
Desire's whisper softly sighs.
Before the words we long to say,
Don't you depart this way.
You, drawing near, what have you done?
The life I lived, now no longer mine, undone.
You, drawing near, what have you done?
The life I lived, now no longer mine, undone.

Why weave a tale of fleeting grace,
Then lift your gaze, and leave this place,
And make me alien to my face?
Don't you depart this way.
The gaze, once bold, now shyly shies,
Desire's whisper softly sighs.
Before the words we long to say,
Don't you depart this way.
Drawing near...