dil ka haal sune dil wala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala
aji dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

chhote se ghar me garib ka beta, mai bhi hu maan ke nasib ka beta
chhote se ghar me garib ka beta, mai bhi hu maan ke nasib ka beta
ranj-o-gam bachpan ke saathi, aandhiyo me jali jivan baati
bhukh ne hai bade pyaar se paala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

haay karn kya surat aisi, gaath ke pure chor ke jaisi
haay karn kya surat aisi, gaath ke pure chor ke jaisi
chalta phirta jaan ke ek din, bina dekhe pahchaan ke ek din
baandh ke le gaya police wala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

budhe daroga ne chashme se dekha
budhe daroga ne chashme se dekha
aage se dekha pichhe se dekha, upar se dekha niche se dekha
bola ye kya kar baithe ghotala, haay ye kya kar baithe ghotala
ye to hai thaanedaar ka saala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

gam se abhi aazad nahi mai, khush magar aabad nahi mai
gam se abhi aazad nahi mai, khush magar aabad nahi mai
manzil mere paas khadi hai, paanv me lekin bedi padi hai
taang deta hai daulat wala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

sun lo magar ye kisi se na kahna, tinke ka leke sahara na bahna
sun lo magar ye kisi se na kahna, tinke ka leke sahara na bahna
bin mausam malhaar na gaana, aadhi raat ko mat chillana
varna pakad lega police wala
dil ka haal sune dil wala, sidhi si baat na mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne wala, dil ka haal sune dil wala

The heart's tale, only the heart can hear,
No spice of words, the truth is held so dear.
The speaker's voice, it must its story share,
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.

A poor man's son, in a humble space,
A mother's blessing, etched upon my face.
Sorrow and pain, childhood's constant trace,
Life's candle burned within a stormy place.
Hunger's hold, with a gentle grace,
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.

A face like mine, I cannot understand,
Like a thief, with fortunes at command.
One day I walked, unaware I'd be caught,
Without a look, the law it sought.
The policeman's grip, a fetter tightly wrought,
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.

The aged officer, his glasses gleam,
He looked me over, it would seem.
From every angle, his gaze did sweep,
"What blunder is this?" he did then peep.
"This is the chief's own kin, so deep!"
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.

From sorrow's chains, I'm yet not free,
Joy's fullness, does not hold me.
The goal is near, I can see,
But shackles bind my destiny.
Wealth it casts the snare on me,
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.

Listen close, but to no other soul,
Don't lean on straws to make you whole.
Listen close, but to no other soul,
Don't lean on straws to make you whole.
Don't sing a song before its time,
Nor scream your thoughts at midnight's chime.
Or else the law will take its toll,
The heart's tale, only the heart can hear.