chahe tumhare gaon ke log
mujhe hi pathar maar maar ke
kyun na mar de

jane kyu jhuthe the jo
wo aaine sachche lagne lage
ha ye kya hua kuchh din se
ham khud ko achche lagne lage
jane kyu

ye rangeen mausam, ye chanchal hawaye
hamko bulaye anjani rahen
darta hain dil kahi kho na jaye
ye rangeen mausam, ye chanchal hawaye
hamko bulaye anjani rahen
darta hain dil kahi kho na jaye
kho na jaye
anjaani raho me
begane tum apne lagne lage
tu jo mile jaanevafa
ye raat din pyare lagne lage
tum jo mile

ye kaise jadu mohabbat ne jagaye
mahki huyi hain sari fijaye
apne hain wo jo kal tak the paraye
ye kaisa jadu mohabbat ne jagaye
mahki huyi hain sari fijaye
apne hain wo jo kal tak the paraye
kal tak the paraye
baadal hawa bijli ghata
hamko sabhi unke ishare lagne lage
tu jo mile jaanevafa
ye raat din pyare lagne lage
tum jo mile

tumse hi janejaha, ye duniya hansi hain
tum ho hamare hamko yakin hain
ye ulfat nahi hain to kuchh bhi nahi hain
tumse hi janejaha, ye duniya hansi hain
tum ho hamare hamko yakin hain
ye ulfat nahi hain to kuchh bhi nahi hain
kuchh bhi nahi hain
jane kyu jhuthe the jo
wo aaine sachche lagne lage
anjaani raho me
begane tum apne lagne lage

Let them hurl stones of their scorn,
From the village, until my life is torn,
Why do false mirrors now gleam so bright?
And I find myself, in a newfound light.
What has happened in these fleeting days?
I've begun to cherish my own ways.
Why is it so?

These painted seasons, winds so free,
Beckon me down paths unknown to me.
My heart trembles, fearing loss's sting,
These painted seasons, winds that sing,
Beckon me down paths unknown to me.
My heart trembles, fearing loss's sway,
Lest I stray away.
On pathways strange and new,
Strangers, you now feel true.
When you arrived, my soul's own mate,
Night and day, a sweet estate.
Since you've come.

What sorcery has love begun?
The air is fragrant, the day is spun.
Those who were strangers, now belong,
What magic has love begun?
The air is fragrant, the day is spun.
Those who were strangers, now are strong.
They're strong as one.
Clouds and wind and lightning's show,
All their signals now I know.
When you arrived, my soul's own mate,
Night and day, a sweet estate.
Since you've come.

My world, O love, blooms at your face,
In you, my faith, in this sweet space.
If this is not love, then nothing is,
My world, O love, blooms in your kiss,
In you, my faith, in this, I bliss.
If this is not love, then nothing is,
For nothing is.
Why do false mirrors now gleam so bright?
On pathways strange and new,
Strangers, you now feel true.