na gila hoga na shikwa na shikayat hogi
araj hain chhoti si, sunlo to inayat hogi

tu pyar kare ya thukraye
hum to hain tere diwano me
chahe tu hume apna na bana
lekin na samajh begano me

marne se hume inkaar nahi
jeete hain magar ek hasrat me
marne se hume inkaar nahi
jeete hain magar ek hasrat me
bhule se humara naam kabhi
aa jaye tere afsano me
tu pyar kare ya thukraye
hum to hain tere diwano me

milte hain magar haule haule
jalte hain magar ek baar nahi
milte hain magar haule haule
jalte hain magar ek baar nahi
hum shama ka sina rakhte hain
rahte hain magar parwano me
hum shama ka sina rakhte hain
rahte hain magar parwano me
tu pyar kare ya thukraye
hum to hain tere diwano me

No grievance I'll voice, nor complaint shall I make,
A humble plea, if you listen, grace will awake.

Whether love you bestow, or dismiss with disdain,
We are lost in your madness, a passionate train.
Though you claim us not yours, in your heart we reside,
Never to be strangers, our spirits allied.

From death, we don't shrink, it's not a denial,
Yet we live in a hope, for a cherished trial.
From death, we don't shrink, it's not a denial,
Yet we live in a hope, for a cherished trial.
If by chance, our name, a whisper so slight,
Should grace your sweet stories, bathed in your light.
Whether love you bestow, or dismiss with disdain,
We are lost in your madness, a passionate train.

We meet, but so softly, a delicate art,
We burn, but not wholly, consuming the heart.
We meet, but so softly, a delicate art,
We burn, but not wholly, consuming the heart.
We hold the flame's heart, its enduring fire,
Yet dwell with the moths, consumed by desire.
We hold the flame's heart, its enduring fire,
Yet dwell with the moths, consumed by desire.
Whether love you bestow, or dismiss with disdain,
We are lost in your madness, a passionate train.