ye to mumkin hi nahi tumse pyar ho jaye
ye to mumkin hi nahi tumse pyar hi jaye
ek amir ka garib pe aitbar ho jaye
ye to mumkin hi nahi tumse pyar ho jaye
ye to mumkin hi nahi tumse pyar hi jaye
ek amir ka garib pe aitbar ho jaye
ye to mumkin hi nahi

jaise kinare se milta nahi hai kinara
jaise jamin se milta nahi hai sitara
jaise koi jara chhu na sake chandani ko
jaise andhera na dekhe kabhi roshani ko
fiza ki rut ho aur usme bahar ho jaye
ye to mumkin hi nahi tumse pyar ho jaye

Impossible, it is, this love to bloom,
Impossible, like a pauper in a gilded room.
Can a rich heart ever truly trust,
The empty pockets, the soul turned to dust?
Impossible.

As shore from shore can never truly meet,
As stars on earth their distant loves can't greet,
As dust motes cannot touch the moon's soft gleam,
As shadows flee from dawn's awakening dream,
Impossible to build a spring within,
Where autumn's winds have always been.
Impossible, this love for you to claim.