tera teer oh bepeer dil ke aarampaar hai
jane kiski jeet hai ye jane kiski haar hai
tera teer oh bepeer dil ke aarampaar hai
jane kiski jeet hai ye jane kiski haar hai
raato ko nindiya, na din ko qarar hai
koyi kahe preet hai ye koyi kahe pyaar hai

bhul se mai ek baar teri gali aa gayi
lad gaye naina nazar takra gayi
rasiya ki ras bhari baato me aa gayi
dil de baithi mai haye dhokha kha gayi
dil de baithi mai haye dhokha kha gayi
uljhe nain mai bechain, dil bhi beqarar hai
jane kiski jeet hai ye jane kiski haar hai
tera teer oh bepeer dil ke aarampaar hai
jane kiski jeet hai ye jane kiski haar hai

laakh maine chaha mai pyaar chhupaungi
tune mohe chheda, mai tujh ko sataungi
nain dor bandh ke isharo pe nachaungi
mujhe kya khabar thi mai khud hi bandh jaungi
mujhe kya khabar thi mai khud hi bandh jaungi
teri preet tere geet tu hai to bahar hai
jaane kiski jeet hai ye jaane kiski haar hai
tera teer oh bepeer dil ke aarampaar hai
jaane kiski jeet hai ye jaane kiski haar hai
raato ko nindiya, na din ko qarar hai
koyi kahe preet hai ye koyi kahe pyaar hai

Your arrow, a heart's pierce, knows no pain,
Across the soul's terrain, a victory's stain,
Whose triumph here, whose fall we'll never learn,
Your arrow, a heart's pierce, for which we yearn.

No slumber in night, nor peace in day's bright blaze,
Some whisper love, and some, a feverish haze,
I strayed once, by fate, into your street's embrace,
Eyes met, a glance, a stolen space.

Entranced by your words, their honeyed art,
My heart I gave, a plaything for the heart,
Lost and blind, a prisoner of the start,
My heart I gave, a role played from the start.

Entangled eyes, a restless, aching soul,
Whose triumph here, whose fall takes its toll,
Your arrow, a heart's pierce, knows no pain,
Across the soul's terrain, a victory's stain.

I vowed to hide, this love I'd conceal,
You teased me, I played, how I would reveal,
With glances, I'd dance, on your every reel,
Unknowing, I’d fall, the hurt I would feel,
Unknowing, I’d fall, the hurt I would feel,
Your love, your song, the spring's own art,
Whose triumph here, whose fall tears us apart,
Your arrow, a heart's pierce, knows no pain,
Across the soul's terrain, a victory's stain.
No slumber in night, nor peace in day's bright blaze,
Some whisper love, and some, a feverish haze.