sikho na naino ki bhasha piya
keh rahi tumse ye khamoshiya
lab to na kholungi mai samjho dil ki boli
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya
keh rahi tumse ye khamoshiya
lab to na kholungi mai samjho dil ki boli
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya

chuna sikho tum hawa ko
tananana tan tananana tan kehti ja
padhna sikho kalvato ko
mathe pe ye balkha ke likhti ye ja
khwabo ki hai apni juban
in me bhi hai ek dastan
khwabo ki hai apni juban
in me bhi hai ek dastan
jao jao jao jao jao piya
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya
keh rahi tumse ye khamoshiya
lab to na kholungi mai samjho dil ki boli
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya

thehre pani jaisa yaha chhedo na
aise hi jayengi gehrayiya
thandi saanse ye sheher me
dekho to jara bolti hai kya parchayiya
kehne ko baki hai kya ankho ne sab keh to diya
kehne ko baki hai kya ankho ne sab keh to diya
ha jao jao jao jao jao piya
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya
keh rahi tumse ye khamoshiya
lab to na kholungi mai samjho dil ki boli
sikho na naino ki bhasha piya

Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.

Learn to touch the wind's soft, whispered plea,
As it murmurs secrets, endlessly.
Learn to read the furrows on my brow,
The tales they tell, I cannot speak aloud.
Dreams have their tongues, their own unspoken art,
Each a story, whispered to the heart.
Dreams have their tongues, their own unspoken art,
Each a story, whispered to the heart.
Go now, my love, and gently understand,
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.

Like still water, stir not, do not dare,
For depths reside, and secrets to ensnare.
The city's breath, a cool and whispered sigh,
Reflects the shadows, ask them why.
What words remain, when glances have confessed?
What words remain, when glances have confessed?
Go now, my love, and find your way to rest,
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.