ek pyar karne vale ne
ek pyar karne vale se
ye pucha ke pyar kaha rahta hai
udta udta ek panchi bola re
pagale vaha rahta hai
dil me dard jaha rahta hai
udta udta ek panchi bola re
pagale vaha rahta hai
dil me dard jaha rahta hai

dil dariya samdar salambe inka aar na paar
ye vo nayia jiska khiwayia na koi patvar
to fir pyar kare kyu log
pyar ki khatir kyu le jog
to ek nanhi si chhidiya
premi ke kano me kah gayi
pyar bina ye jag khota hai
khud bhagwan ye kahta hai
pyar bina ye jag khota hai
khud bhagwan ye kahta hai

kon ye jane kab ho jaye
kis sang saacha mel
mehanga bhi hai sasta bhi hai
ankhiyo ka khel
kab kis se lad jaye nain
kab kho jaye man ka chain
pyar hi dukh hai pyar hi sukh hai
pyar ke bhaid nirale
na is raaz ko mulla samjhe
na pandit pothi vale
magar ek bagiya me koyal kuk ke boli
pyar bina ye jag khota hai
khud bhagwan ye kahta hai
pyar bina ye jag khota hai
khud bhagwan ye kahta hai
ek pyar karne vale ne
ek pyar karne vale se
ye pucha ke pyar kaha rahta hai
udta udta ek panchi bola re
pagale vaha rahta hai
dil me dard jaha rahta hai
dil me dard jaha rahta hai

A lover once, to a lover true,
Asked, "Where does love reside, tell me, do?"
A soaring bird, in flight, did then impart,
"It dwells, O fool, within the aching heart.
Where pain resides, that's love's domain."

The heart's a sea, boundless and wide,
No shore to touch, where secrets hide.
A lonely boat, with no oars to guide,
Why then, do hearts with love collide?
Why take the vows, the lonely trade?
Then a tiny bird, in whispers made,
Within the lover's ear, a secret told,
"This world is false, without love's hold,
God himself proclaims this truth untold!"

Who knows when love's sweet touch may bloom,
Or when true union will dispel the gloom?
It's costly, yet so cheap to find,
A game of eyes, that binds the mind.
When eyes clash, and hearts take flight,
When peace departs, and dark the night?
Love brings both sorrow and delight,
Its mysteries are a wondrous sight.
Neither the priest, nor scholar wise,
Can grasp this truth that underlies.
But in a garden, a cuckoo's call,
"This world is false, without love's thrall,
God himself proclaims this, one and all!"
This world is false, without love's thrall,
God himself proclaims this, one and all!
A lover once, to a lover true,
Asked, "Where does love reside, tell me, do?"
A soaring bird, in flight, did then impart,
"It dwells, O fool, within the aching heart.
Where pain resides, that's love's domain."
Where pain resides, that's love's domain.