tadap jiski hai tumko
main usi jannat se aaya hu
mohabbat ka tumhare vaaste
paigaam laya hu
mohabbat ke farishte se meri inti gujarish hai
waha ke log kaise hai jaha chahat ki barish hai

waha ka jarra jarra apni halat par salamat hai
haye tumhare ek na hone se
waha lekin kayamat hai

samjho jara kahti hai kya
samjho jara kahti hai kya
meri najar jane wafa
jo bhi kaho aise kaho
jo bhi kaho aise kaho
jaise kabhi kuch na kaha

jyada nahi bas itna hi samjho
ho jo raha hai sapna hi samjho
pahle pahal main tumse mila hu
mujhko magar tum apna hi samjho
jalwe hai jab tauba sikand
kaise na phir dil ho fida
jo bhi kaho aise kaho
jo bhi kaho aise kaho
jaise kabhi kuch na kaha

kaanto pe chalna khel nahi hai
paanv badhana soch samajh ke
kaanto pe chalna khel nahi hai
paanv badhana soch samajh ke
aisa na ho ke paanv se apne
rah jaye koi kaanta ulajh ke
chaliye yaha aise magar
chaliye yaha aise magar
jaise koi bahke hawa
samjho jara kahti hai kya
meri najar jane wafa

julf se jyada uljhi huyi hai
meri tumhari pyar ki raahe
mujhko meri ja ye bhi pata hai
mujh pe jami hai sabki nigahe
phir bhi tumhe kahna jo hai
kah jayegi baanki ada
jo bhi kaho aise kaho
jaise kabhi kuch na kaha

From the heaven you yearn for, I descend,
Bearing tidings, love’s message I extend.
To love’s angels, a plea I impart,
“Tell me of those who dwell where desire finds art.”

There, each atom, safe in its state,
Yet, your absence, a world’s desolate fate.

Understand, my love, what my eyes convey,
Speak as if nothing remained to say.
Understand, my love, what my eyes convey,
Speak as if nothing remained to say.

Not much, just this: deem it a dream,
That which unfolds, it would seem.
I met you first, my heart's release,
Yet, think of me as yours, and find peace.
When beauty like that of Sikandar appears,
How could a heart not fall to its fears?
Speak as if nothing remained to say.
Speak as if nothing remained to say.

Walking on thorns, no game to play,
Step with caution along the way.
Walking on thorns, no game to play,
Step with caution along the way.
Lest a thorn in your foot remain,
And cause unending pain.
Move through this life’s dance,
Like wind in a trance.
Understand, my love, what my eyes convey.

More tangled than tresses, the path we tread,
My love, our love, where fears are bred.
I know, my soul, that all eyes are on me,
Yet, your words shall, with grace, be free.
Your graceful gestures, will say what’s to say,
Speak as if nothing remained to say.