mera padhne me nahi lage dil kyu
mera padhne me nahi lage dil
dil pe kya pad gayi mushkil
are rat bhi suni suni lage
or din bhi suna suna lage
koi mujhe ye to bata de
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mera padhne me nahi lage dil

baithe baithe man muskaye
baithe baithe man muskaye
mai na janu wo kyu yad aye
mai na janu wo kyu yad aye
kisse baate karti hu mai
are kisse baate karti hu mai
chupke chupke hasti hu koi mujhe ye to bata de
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mera padhne me nahi lage dil

dil me kya hai likh nahi pau
dil me kya hai likh nahi pau
khat likhu to use kaise pahuchau
khat likhu to use kaise pahuchau
pas bhi uske ja na saku mai
arey pas uske ja na saku mai
dur bhi usse rah na saku koi mujhe ye to bata de
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya

mera padhne me nahi lage dil
mera padhne me nahi lage dil
dil pe kya pad gayi mushkil
are rat bhi suni suni lage
or din bhi suna suna lage koi ye to bata de
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mujhe wo to nahi ho gaya
mera padhne me nahi lage dil kyu

My heart, it finds no solace in the page,
My heart, it finds no solace now.
What hardship has befallen the heart?
The night feels hollow, utterly bare,
And the day feels empty, a vacant air.
Tell me, someone, tell me true,
Could it be that this has come to me?
Could it be that this has come to me?
My heart, it finds no solace in the page.

Sitting still, my mind starts to smile,
Sitting still, my mind starts to smile,
I know not why his memory now arrives,
I know not why his memory now arrives.
Whom do I speak to, in whispers soft?
Whom do I speak to, in whispers soft?
Silently laughing, tell me, someone, true,
Could it be that this has come to me?
Could it be that this has come to me?
My heart, it finds no solace in the page.

What’s within my heart, I cannot pen,
What’s within my heart, I cannot pen,
If I write a letter, how to send it then?
If I write a letter, how to send it then?
Near him, I cannot go, alas,
Near him, I cannot go, alas,
Far from him, I cannot bear to be. Tell me, someone, true,
Could it be that this has come to me?
Could it be that this has come to me?
My heart, it finds no solace in the page.

My heart, it finds no solace in the page,
My heart, it finds no solace now.
What hardship has befallen the heart?
The night feels hollow, utterly bare,
And the day feels empty, a vacant air.
Tell me, someone, tell me true,
Could it be that this has come to me?
Could it be that this has come to me?
My heart, it finds no solace in the page.