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mujhe dekhkar kah rahe hai sabhi
mohabbat ka hasil hai diwanagi
mujhe dekhkar kah rahe hai sabhi
mohabbat ka hasil hai diwanagi
pyar ki rah mei phul bhi the magar
maine kante chune
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jaha dil jhuka tha wahi sar jhuka
mujhe koi sajdo se rokega kya
jaha dil jhuka tha wahi sar jhuka
mujhe koi sajdo se rokega kya
kash ttue na wo arzu ne meri khwab jo hai bune
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meri jindagi mein wo hi gam raha
tera sath bhi to bahut kam raha
meri jindagi mein wo hi gam raha
tera sath bhi to bahut kam raha
dil ne sathi mere chahat mein the
khwab kya bune
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tere gesuo ka wo saya kaha wo baho ka teri sahar kaha
tere gesuo ka wo saya kaha wo baho ka teri sahar kaha
ab wo aanchal kaha meri palko se jo bhige moti chune
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At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.

They whisper, watching, all the world declares,
Madness is love's sole, bitter prize,
They whisper, watching, all the world declares,
Madness is love's sole, bitter prize,
In love's path, though flowers bloomed,
I chose the thorns, each one,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.

Where heart bowed low, there head inclined,
Who dares to bar my prayer's sweet plea?
Where heart bowed low, there head inclined,
Who dares to bar my prayer's sweet plea?
May dreams, woven in hope's frail threads, never break,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.

At every turn, my offering, always thine,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.

In life, the selfsame sorrow ever near,
Your presence, fleeting, held me here,
In life, the selfsame sorrow ever near,
Your presence, fleeting, held me here,
My heart, in your love's thrall,
Dreams it did weave with every tear,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.

Where now the shade of tresses, the arms that held,
Where now the shade of tresses, the arms that held,
Where is that solace, the tears I wept?
Now the veil, where are the pearls?
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
My voice, the ache of pain's deep tune, heed it or not,
At every turn, my offering, always thine,
At every turn, my offering, always thine.