darde dil jine ka marne ka maja dega
darde dil jine ka marne ka maja dega
aag sine me ye laga dega chhu ke dekh jara
mujhko dekh ke hota hai kya
darde dil jine ka marne ka maja dega
aag sine me ye laga dega chhu ke dekh jara
mujhko dekh ke hota hai kya dard_e_dil jine ka
marne ka maja dega

mai teri aankho me samaungi tu meri aankho me samayega
mai teri aankho me samaungi tu meri aankho me samayega
mai tujhe raat bar jagaungi tu mujhe raat bhar jagayega
pyar mujhe pagal tujhe diwana bana dega
darde dil jine ka marne ka maja dega
aag sine me ye laga dega

pyar kya hai ye ek vaada hai
pyar kya hai ye ek vaada hai
hum ye vaada kabhi na todenge
ek duje ka hath pakda hai
sath mar ke bhi na chodenge
ho bada harjayi hoga jo daga dega
darde dil jine ka marne ka maja dega
aag sine me ye laga dega

mere dil me kasak si uthati hai
dil me chubhte hai chahat ke kante
mere dil me kasak si uthati hai
dil me chubte hai chachat ke kante
chal mere sath gam na kar pyare
pyar chun lega har rah ke kante
sej har manav ki phulo ki saja dega

darde dil jine ka jine ka
marne ka marne ka maja dega darde dil jine ka
marne ka maja dega aag sine me ye laga dega
aag sine me ye laga dega aag sine me ye laga dega

The heart's ache, it gifts life's sweet savor,
the dying's grace.
The heart's ache, it gifts life's sweet savor,
the dying's grace.
Like a fire it kindles, feel its touch,
dare to see.
What stirs in your depths, beholding me?
The heart's ache, it gifts the dying's savor,
the living's grace.
Like a fire it kindles, feel its touch,
dare to see.
What stirs in your depths, beholding me?
The heart's ache, it gifts life's sweet savor,
the dying's grace.

Within your eyes, I shall take my stay,
and you within mine.
I'll keep you awake through the night's sway,
and you, me, through time.
Love, it shall make me a mad thing,
you a mad soul.
The heart's ache, it gifts life's sweet savor,
the dying's grace.
Like a fire it kindles.

Love, what is it? A vow we hold,
love's sacred vow.
A vow we'll never let grow old,
never disavow.
Each holds the other's hand, so fast,
together till death's door.
Woe to the faithless, who betray,
forevermore.
The heart's ache, it gifts life's sweet savor,
the dying's grace.
Like a fire it kindles.

A pang awakens in my heart's core,
love's thorns now pierce.
A pang awakens in my heart's core,
love's thorns now pierce.
Come, my beloved, fear no more,
love will disperse.
Love will weave all paths with flowers,
and then prepare.

The heart's ache, it gifts life's savor,
life's savor,
the dying's grace.
The heart's ache, it gifts life's savor,
the dying's grace.
The heart's ache, it gifts life's savor.
Like a fire it kindles.
Like a fire it kindles.