ye mast najar shokh adaa kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
na na tum hi kaho
arman bhara dil ye tera kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho
ye mast najar shokh adaa kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
na na tum hi kaho
arman bhara dil ye tera kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
na na tum hi kaho

ye nain chale kiske liye teer chhupake
ye nain chale kiske liye teer chhupake
jo le gaya naino se meri nind churake
ye husn ki rangin bala kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
na na tum hi kaho
arman bhara dil ye tera kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho

phirte ho pichhe pichhe kyu
hum jaye jidhar se
puchho na hume, puchh lo apni hi najar se
phirte ho pichhe pichhe kyu
hum jaye jidhar se
puchho na hume, puchh lo apni hi najar se
har roj ye bahana naya kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho
ye mast najar shokh adaa kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
na na tum hi kaho

kyun hum se baar baar na takarar chahiye
kyun hum se baar baar na takarar chahiye
jeene ke liye kuch to chhedchhad chahiye
takarar me ye pyar chhupa kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho
ye mast najar shokh adaa kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho
arman bhara dil ye tera kiske liye hain
tum hi kaho
tum hi kaho

These eyes, intoxicated, this playful grace, for whom?
Tell me,
No, no, you tell me.
This heart, brimming with longing, yours, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.
These eyes, intoxicated, this playful grace, for whom?
Tell me,
No, no, you tell me.
This heart, brimming with longing, yours, for whom?
Tell me,
No, no, you tell me.

These eyes that launch arrows, hidden, for whom?
These eyes that launch arrows, hidden, for whom?
Who stole sleep from my eyes, and ran?
This beauty, a colorful curse, for whom?
Tell me,
No, no, you tell me.
This heart, brimming with longing, yours, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.

Why do you follow, trailing after me
Wherever I may roam?
Ask not me, but your own eyes, ask them alone.
Why do you follow, trailing after me
Wherever I may roam?
Ask not me, but your own eyes, ask them alone.
Each day, a new excuse, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.
These eyes, intoxicated, this playful grace, for whom?
Tell me,
No, no, you tell me.

Why this constant need for quarrels, again and again?
Why this constant need for quarrels, again and again?
For life, some playful mischief is needed, a refrain.
In these quarrels, this love concealed, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.
These eyes, intoxicated, this playful grace, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.
This heart, brimming with longing, yours, for whom?
Tell me,
You tell me.