ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
dil inko kaise de de matlabi yaar hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
dil inko kaise de de matlabi yaar hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai

aankh micholi khelne wale kya jane pyar
koaankh micholi khelne wale kya jane pyar ko
kyu kar apni god me lele kate bahar ko
kya karenge dil ko leke paas jinke dil na ho
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
dil inko kaise de de matlabi yaar hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai

rat nashili ye kahti hai chahat ki raat hairat
nashili ye kahti hai chahat ki raat hai
dil ko magar jis bat ka dar hai itni si
baat hai aaj ki rangin mahfil kya
bharosha kal na ho
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
dil inko kaise de de matlabi yaar hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai

dil bhi khali jeb bhi khali jhuthe garur hai
dil bhi khali jeb bhi khali jhuthe garur hai
dard ka bojha lad ke sar par peete
jarur hai aur phir ye bhi tamanna hai kisi se pyar ho
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai
dil inko kaise de de matlabi yaar hai
ye jo dil mangte hai bade dagabaz hai

These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul,
These hearts that beg, their motives steal their toll.
How can I give my heart, to those who feign,
These hearts that beg, a selfish, shallow rain.
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.

Those who play hide-and-seek, know not of love's true art,
Those who play hide-and-seek, what role does it impart?
Why cradle in your arms, a blossoming that's torn?
What use a heart, for those by emptiness adorned?
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.
How can I give my heart, to those who feign,
These hearts that beg, a selfish, shallow rain.
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.

The inebriated night whispers of desire's gleam,
The inebriated night, a captivating dream.
But fear within the heart, a fragile thing,
A colorful soiree, with nothing it can bring?
The vibrant gathering, a fleeting, fading stage,
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.
How can I give my heart, to those who feign,
These hearts that beg, a selfish, shallow rain.
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.

A hollow heart, and pockets bare, a pride that's false and grand,
A hollow heart, and pockets bare, they cannot understand.
A burden of sorrow, they're destined to bear,
And yet, a yearning, to love beyond compare.
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.
How can I give my heart, to those who feign,
These hearts that beg, a selfish, shallow rain.
These hearts that beg, are treacherous of soul.