ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye baate, ye baate, ye baate
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
tum insa ji ka naam na lo
tum insa ji ka naam na lo
kya insa ji saudai hai
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain

hai laakho rog zamaane me
kyo ishq hai ruswa bechara
hai laakho rog zamaane me
kyo ishq hai ruswa bechara
hai aur bhi wajahe wahshat ki
insan ko rakhti dukhiyara
han bekal bekal rahta hai
wo preet me jisne dil hara
par shaam se lekar subho talak
yun kaun fire hai aawara
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
ye baate, ye baate

gar ishq, gar ishq kiya hai tab kya hai
kyo saaz nahi aawaj nahi
gar ishq kiya hai tab kya hai
kyo saaz nahi aawaj nahi
jo jaan liye bin tal na sake
ye aisi bhi ustad nahi
ye baat to tum bhi manoge
wo kaish nahi farhaa nahi
kya hibr ka daaru mushkil hai
kya fasl ki mushte yaad nahi
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
ye baate, ye baate

jo humse kaho hum karte hain
kya insaa ko samajhana hai
jo hamse kaho hum karte hain
kya insaa ko samajhana hai
us ladki se bhi kah lege
jo ab kuch aur zamana hai
ya chhode ya taslim kare
ye ishq hai ya afsaana hai
ye kaisa gorakh dhadha hai
ye kaisa tana bana hai
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
ye baate, ye baate

ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
tum insha ji ka naam na lo
kya insha ji saudai hai
ye baate jhuthi baate hain
ye logo ne phailaai hain
ye baate, ye baate

These whispers, hollow whispers,
these whispers, these whispers, these whispers.
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.
These whispers, hollow whispers.
Do not speak the name of Insa,
Is Insa mad, then?
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.

A thousand ailments plague this world,
why then, is love disgraced and wounded?
A thousand ailments plague this world,
why then, is love disgraced and wounded?
There are other reasons for this madness,
that keep Insa in their sorrow.
Yes, restless, restless he remains,
the one who lost his heart to love.
But from dusk until the break of dawn,
who wanders thus, in their desolation?
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.
These whispers, these whispers.

If love, if love is truly felt, then what of it?
Why no music, why no voice?
If love, if love is truly felt, then what of it?
Why no music, why no voice?
That which cannot be avoided,
is not such a great master, you see.
This much, you too, will have to admit,
it is not a cause for joy, not for release.
Is the medicine of Hebra so difficult?
Are the handfuls of harvest not remembered?
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.
These whispers, these whispers.

If you ask of us, we shall do,
what is there to make Insa understand?
We will speak also to that girl,
for whom another age has begun.
To leave, or to surrender,
is this love, or a simple tale?
What strange, entangled game is this?
What intricate weaving is this?
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.
These whispers, these whispers.

These whispers, hollow whispers.
Do not speak the name of Insa,
Is Insa mad, then?
These whispers, hollow whispers,
spread by the mouths of men.
These whispers, these whispers.