Dil dhak dhak karne lagaa, mài dil se ḍarne lagaa
Aisaa lagtaa hai mai kisee pe marne lagaa
Mai puchaa kartaa hoo is dil deewane se
Wo khud aaye to kya ho jiskee yad aane se
Aayee koee khusboo koi jadu chalne laga
Aisaa lagtaa hai mai kisee pe marne laga
Tasveere dekhee hai kitnee baazaarò mè
Tum jaise hai hazaaro wo hai ek hazaarò mè
Dekhee to nigaahe mai aahe bharne lagaa
Aisaa lagtaa hai mai kisee pe marne lagaa
Sochaa tha khelungaa mai ek khilone se
Ab kaise rokoo dil ko uska aashik hone se
Mai to dillagee mè dil kaa souda karne lagaa
Aisaa lagtaa hai mai kisee pe marne lagaa
My heart beats. Heart beats. I have become afraid of my heartbeats. Sometimes it seems like I have died.
I ask my crazy heart what would happen if you were to arrive. My heart asks who is coming. When you would come it would seem like magic happening and happiness flowing. Alas, it seems like I have died.
I see your image in every marketplace, in the face of thousands and thousands of places. I see you everywhere. Alas, it seems like I have died.
I may have thought I was playing with a toy, but it seems like I was the toy being played around with. Now how do I stop my heart from this feeling of love? I have to make a deal with that city where it seems like my heart died.
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