mera dil jo mera hota palko pe pakad leti
hotho pe utha leti hatho me khuda hota mera dil la la ha
suraj ko msalkar main chandan ki tarha malti
sone sa badan lekar kundan ki tarha jalti
is gore se chehre par aaina fida hota mera dil la la ha

barsa hai kayi barso aakash samandar me
ek bund hai chanda ki utari na samandar me
do hathon ki os me ye gir padta to kya hota
hathon me khuda hota
mera dil jo mera hota palko pe pakad leti
hathon me khuda hota mera dil

If my heart were mine to claim, I'd cradle it on my lashes,
Lift it to my lips, in my hands, God would reside.
I'd crush the sun, anointing it like sandalwood's grace,
With a body of gold, I'd shimmer, alight like purest gems.
Upon this fair face, the mirror would be enamored, in love with mine.

For ages, the sky has poured into the ocean's depths,
Yet, a single moonbeam, it never descends.
If it were to fall, held in the dew of two hands, what then?
In my hands, God would reside.
If my heart were mine to claim, I'd cradle it on my lashes,
In my hands, God would reside, my heart.