phir mujhe dil bekarar karne laga hai
phir kisi ka intjar karne laga hai
phir se chahta hai ha pal wo khushi ke
phir kisi se ye to pyar karne laga hai
phir mujhe dil bekarar karne laga hai
phir kisi ka intjar karne laga hai
phir se chahta hai ha pal wo khushi ke
phir kisi se ye to pyar karne laga hai
ye dil ko huwa kya hai, ye dil ko huwa kya hai

kisi ke tasabur mein ab din katata hai
kisi ke khayalo mein ye ab jagta hai
kisi ke tasabur mein ab din katata hai
kisi ke khayalo mein ye ab jagta hai
phir wafa pe aitbar karane laga hai
phir fijao ko bahar karane laga hai
phir se dekhta hai ye sapne kisi ke
ho ho phir kisi pe jaan nisar karne laga hai
ye dil ko huwa kya hai

phir se chahe haatho mein ye chudi wale haath
phir se chahe koi kar le peharo isase baat
phir se chahe raato mein ye raato ke ehsas
phir se chahe honto pe honto ki saugat
phir se chahe baaho mein ho koi sari raat
phir se chahe mehaki huyi koyi mulakat
koyi mulakat
phir se khawaish baar baar karne laga hai
phir labon se zikar yaar karne laga hai
phir se maangta hai ye chahat kisi ki
ho ho phir tamannaye hajar karne laga hai
phir mujhe dil bekarar karne laga hai
ye dil ko huwa kya hai, ye dil ko huwa kya hai
ye dil ko huwa kya hai

My heart, it stirs with unease once more,
Again it yearns, waiting at the door.
It craves those moments, bathed in light,
Again it seeks a love to ignite.
My heart, it stirs with unease once more,
Again it yearns, waiting at the door.
It craves those moments, bathed in light,
Again it seeks a love to ignite.
What has befallen this heart of mine,
What has befallen this heart?

In visions of another, days now drift,
In thoughts of another, it finds its gift.
In visions of another, days now drift,
In thoughts of another, it finds its gift.
Again, it trusts in loyalty's art,
Again, it paints the air with spring's bright start.
Again, it dreams of another's face,
Oh, again, it gives its life, its space.
What has befallen this heart?

Again it longs for hands adorned with grace,
Again it yearns for words in time and space.
Again it craves the night's embrace,
Again it seeks the lips' sweet trace.
Again it wants another in its hold,
Again it seeks a story to be told.
A meeting to unfold.
Again it whispers, desire's call,
Again it speaks of a lover, standing tall.
Again it seeks another's cherished need,
Oh, again, it plants a thousand seeds.
My heart, it stirs with unease once more,
What has befallen this heart, it implores,
What has befallen this heart?