padh leti hai nazar ho jati hai khabar
jo dil, jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai
jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai
pad leti hai nazar ho jati hai khabar
jo dil, jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai

meri aankho me kuch bhi nahi teri tasvir hai
teri julfo me uljhi huyi meri takdir hai
ab dekh meri takdir ka kya faisala hota hai
jo dil, jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai

bol padti hai aankhe
bol padti hai aankhe, kabhi ban ke dil ki zuba
in kitabo me likhi hai ye pyar ki dasta
kanta chubhta hai jab paavo me to
dard bada hota hai
jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai

tumsa is jaha me koi khubsurat nahi
tumsa is jaha me koi khubsurat nahi
kuch bhi kahne ki sunne ki to
ha ab jarurat nahi
kuch kahne se kya hota hai
chup rahne se kya hota hai
jo dil, jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai
padh leti hai nazar ho jati hai khabar
jo dil, jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai
jo dil me chhupa hota hai
surat pe likha hota hai

The gaze perceives, the secret now unfurls,
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.
The gaze perceives, the secret now unfurls,
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.

Within my eyes, no landscape but your form,
Your tresses hold my destiny, a brewing storm.
Now watch the fate my future shall embrace,
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.

The eyes then speak,
The eyes then speak, as the heart's own tongue,
Within these texts, this love, forever sung.
When thorns pierce soles, the ache takes hold,
The pain so deep, unfurls.
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.

In all the world, none shines as fair as you,
In all the world, none shines as fair as you.
No need for words to speak, or whispers true.
What use to speak?
Or silent be?
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.
The gaze perceives, the secret now unfurls,
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.
That which the heart conceals,
Upon the face, it whirls.