nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye
haay rasiya haay re
koi chhaliya chhal kiye jaaye
jiyara liye jaaye chain nahee aaye
haay koi chhaliya chhal kiye jaaye
jiyara liye jaaye chain nahee aaye
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye

nain rasile chaand sa mukhda
sundar rup suhan
par bedardee dard naa samjhe
jaane bas tadpaana
phir bhee mann tadpane vaala
mann kaa mit kahaaye
haay rasiya haay re
koi chhaliya chhal kiye jaaye
jiyara liye jaaye chain nahee aaye
haay koi chhaliya chhal kiye jaaye
jiyara liye jaaye chain nahee aaye
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye

jab woh aaye lekar aaye
din me chaand sitaare
jab woh jaye lekar jaaye
sab armaan hamaare
dekh use dil dhadke aur
bin dekhe raha naa jaaye
haay rasiya haay re
koi chhaliya chhal kiye jaaye
jiyara liye jaaye chain nahee aaye
haay kon chhaliya hai ji ek chhaliya
kon tera rasiya jo dil liye jaaye

nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye
pagal man ki pagal baate
kon ise samjhye
khud hi baitha rog lagaye
khud hi nir bahaye
na soye na sone de ye
saari raat jagaye
nain dvaar se mann me woh aake
tan me aag lagaaye

Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
Through the gates of sight, a fire in the frame,
Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame.
Oh, my love, oh, my love,
A deceiver weaves his spell,
Steals the heart, leaves no peace,
Oh, a deceiver weaves his spell,
Steals the heart, leaves no peace,
Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame.

Eyes like wine, a moonlit face,
A beauty, a sweet grace,
Yet the heartless one knows not the ache,
Only to torment, to displace.
Still, the one who stirs the soul,
Is called the soul's own mate,
Oh, my love, oh, my love,
A deceiver weaves his spell,
Steals the heart, leaves no peace,
Oh, a deceiver weaves his spell,
Steals the heart, leaves no peace,
Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame.

When he comes, he brings,
The moon and stars to day,
When he goes, he takes away,
All our desires, they stray.
Seeing him, the heart beats fast,
Without him, we cannot stay,
Oh, my love, oh, my love,
A deceiver weaves his spell,
Steals the heart, leaves no peace,
Oh, who is this deceiver, oh, a deceiver?
Who is your lover, who steals your heart away?

Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame,
Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame,
The mad heart's mad words,
Who will understand?
It itself has planted the disease,
It itself weeps the sand.
Neither sleeps nor lets you sleep,
Keeps the whole night awake,
Through the gates of sight, into the soul he slips,
A fire in the frame.