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, restless, begins to yearn again,
For someone's presence, the longing to begin.
It craves those moments, joy's fleeting dance,
And now, for another, love takes its chance.
My heart, restless, begins to yearn again,
For someone's presence, the longing to begin.
It craves those moments, joy's fleeting dance,
And now, for another, love takes its chance.
What has befallen this heart, what has it become?

In shadows of someone, the day now it spends,
Awake in their thoughts, where the dreaming transcends.
In shadows of someone, the day now it spends,
Awake in their thoughts, where the dreaming transcends.
Again, faith in devotion, it starts to embrace,
The atmosphere blossoms, finding its grace.
Again, it envisions another's bright face,
Oh, again, to surrender, in love's sweet space.
What has befallen this heart?

Again, it desires, hands adorned in grace,
Again, conversations, time cannot erase.
Again, in the night, the feelings take hold,
Again, on the lips, a story unfolds.
Again, in the arms, through the night's embrace,
Again, the meeting, perfumed time and space.
Meeting.
Again, the desire, again it beseeches,
Of lips, the beloved, the whisper that reaches.
Again, it seeks love, a heart's gentle plea,
Oh, again, a thousand desires to be.
My heart, restless, begins to yearn again,
What has befallen this heart, what has it become?
What has befallen this heart?