wo ankh hi kya teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya ho teri chahat mahi jisme
wo ankh hi kya teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jisme
ho wo ankh hi kya hu teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya hu teri chahat nahi jisme

chup chup ke mohabbat na meri jan karenge
ham sare jamane me ye elan karenge
badal bina barsat barasti nahi hai
bin jyot ke bati kabhi jalti nahi hai
badal bina barsat barasti nahi hai
bin jyot ke bati kabhi jalti nahi hai
bin jyot ke bati kabhi jalti nahi hai
wo mandir kya teri murat nahi jisme
wo ankh hi kya teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jsme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jisme

bin yar ki kis kam ki ye dunia ye jamana
bin yar ke jindagi berang fasana
ek chand si surat ki jarurat hai sabko
mahbub se apne to mohabbat hai sabko
ek chand si surat ki jarurat hai sabko
mahbub se apne to mohabbat hai sabko
mahbub se apne to mohabbat hai sabko
wo ishk hi kya teri rangat nahi jisme
wo ankh hi kya teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jisme
wo ankh hi kya teri surat nahi jisme
wo dil hi kya teri chahat nahi jisme

What eye reflects not your face, its grace?
What heart exists devoid of your embrace?
What eye reflects not your face, its grace?
What heart exists devoid of your embrace?
What heart exists devoid of your embrace?
Oh, what eye reflects not your face, its grace?
What heart exists devoid of your embrace?

No hidden love will we, my love, conceal,
But to the world our ardor will reveal.
Without the clouds, no rain will ever fall,
Without a flame, the wick will never call.
Without the clouds, no rain will ever fall,
Without a flame, the wick will never call.
Without a flame, the wick will never call.
What temple lacks your form, so enthralling?
What eye reflects not your face, its calling?
What heart exists devoid of your embracing?
What heart exists devoid of your embracing?
What heart exists devoid of your embracing?

What use is life, this world, without a friend?
Without a love, a story with no end.
A moonlit face, a need felt by all,
For love, we yearn, at love's sweet beck and call.
A moonlit face, a need felt by all,
For love, we yearn, at love's sweet beck and call.
For love, we yearn, at love's sweet beck and call.
What passion lacks your hue, to enthrall?
What eye reflects not your face, its calling?
What heart exists devoid of your embracing?
What eye reflects not your face, its grace?
What heart exists devoid of your embrace?