maine tumko piya kah diya maine tumko piya kah diya
ab kahne ko kya rah gaya ab kahne ko kya rah gaya
piya tumko piya kah diya

kaho kya ek mulakat me raha kya ab mere hath me
kaho kya ek mulakat me raha kya ab mere hath me
sari bazi hai ek hath me piya tumko piya kah diya
maine tumko piya kah diya maine tumko piya kah diya

kahne sunne me hai kya in sab sawalo ka matlab hai kya
kahne sunne me hai kya in sab sawalo ka matlab hai kya
puchta hai jaha ab hai kya pyar hamne kya kah diya
maine tumko piya kah diya
ab kahne ko kya rah gaya ab kahne ko kya rah gaya
piya tumko piya kah diya maine tumko piya kah diya

I called you Beloved, I called you Beloved,
Now, what remains to be said? What remains?
I called you Beloved.

What lingered in that single meeting?
What remains now within my grasp?
The entire game, held within one hand –
Beloved, I called you Beloved,
I called you Beloved.

Of what worth are these words, this hearing?
What meaning resides within these questions?
The world inquires, "What now?"
Love, what have we declared?
I called you Beloved,
Now, what remains to be said? What remains?
Beloved, I called you Beloved,
I called you Beloved.