me or tu tu or me do panchi diwane
hum premi mastane duniya se begane
me or tu tu or me do panchi diwane
hum premi mastane duniya se begane
o jalne wale bala se jale
o jalne wale bala se jale
aa janeman hum mohabat kare
aa janeman hum mohabat kare
o jalne wale bala se jale
ha jalne wale bala se jale
aa janeman hum mohabat kare
aa janeman hum mohabat kare
jalne wale bala se jale
ho gaye aisi taisi aise aye zamana
hum kihlaye dane or dushman gaye gane

ae meri dilruba mere nazdik aa
ae meri dilruba mere nazdik aa
tare lab chum lu masti me jhum lu
me hu aashiq tera koi kar lega kya
me hu aashiq tera koi kar lega kya
do java dil mile kuch naye gul khile
do java dil mile kuch naye gul khile
kuch mohobat bhi ho kuch sharat bhi ho
kyu kisi se dare jo hai dil me kare
kyu kisi se dare jo hai dil me kare
pyar ki mastiyo me bahe
jalne wale bala se jale
udna humne sikhaya or humko lage udane
or hum kihlaye dane or dushman gaye gane

husn tujhko mila ishq mujko mila
husn tujhko mila ishq mujko mila
tu hai mare liye mai hu tere liye
sabse muh mod le mujse dil jod le
sabse muh mod le mujse dil jod le
tere bahe mili dil ko rahe mili
tere bahe mili dil ko rahe mili
mujhko duniya se hai bhala kya vasta
koi chae jale chahe aahein bhare
koi chae jaly chahe aahein bhare
umar bhar hum yuhi khush rahey
jalne wale bala se jale

popatlaal ke dukh ko ye duniya kya jane
or hum kihlaye dane or dushman gaye gane
me or tu tu or me do panchi diwane
hum premi mastane duniya se begane
jalne wale bala se jale
aa janeman hum mohabat kare
aa janeman hum mohabat kare

Two mad birds, you and I,
Two souls entwined beneath the sky.
We, lovers drunk, the world forgot,
Two mad birds, tightly knot.

Let the envious burn with ire,
Let the envious fuel the fire.
Come, my love, let love ignite,
Come, my love, in pure delight.
Let the envious burn with ire,
Come, my love, let love inspire.

To hell with times and all their guise,
While we feast, our foes devise
Songs of hate, in envious cries.

My beloved, draw near to me,
My beloved, wild and free.
Let lips meet, in drunken sway,
I am your lover, come what may.
What can they do to lovers true?
Two young hearts, a world anew.
Let love bloom, let mischief play,
Why fear others, come what may?
Why fear others, come what may?
In love's wild dance, we'll stay.
Let the envious burn away.

We have taught each other flight,
And now, we take to heights,
While we feast, our foes devise,
Songs of hate, in envious cries.

Beauty yours, and mine is love,
Beauty yours, sent from above.
You are mine, and I am yours,
Turn from all, and lock your doors,
Turn from all, and lock your doors.
Your arms embrace, my heart finds rest,
Your arms embrace, my heart finds rest.
What care I for worldly strife?
Let them burn, with poisoned life,
Let them burn, and weep with sighs,
We'll be happy, until we die.
Let the envious burn away.

What cares the world for Popatlal's pain?
While we feast, our foes complain.
Two mad birds, you and I,
Two souls entwined beneath the sky.
Let the envious burn with ire,
Come, my love, let love inspire,
Come, my love, in pure delight.