ve maar sutiya ve maar sutiya
ishq bhala kya hai he gahri wo nadiya hai hai
dub gaya jo paar ho gaya na duba wo
dub gaya to husn bhala kya hai
hai phulo ka sehra hai jaa pe jo khela
bas wahi jeeta usi ke sar phulo ka sehra hai
ve maar sutiya ve maar sutiya

ishq bhala kya hai he gahri wo nadiya hai
dub gaya jo paar ho gaya na duba wo
dub gaya to husn bhala kya hai
phulo ka sehra hai jaa pe jo khela
bas wahi jeeta usi ke sar phulo ka sehra hai

tode to koi tod na paye
jode to koi jod na paye
kadam badha ke mod na paye
tham ke daman chhod na paye haay
tode to koi tod na paye
jode to koi jod na paye
kadam badha ke mod na paye
tham ke daman chhod na paye haay
ve maar sutiya ve maar sutiya

ishq bhala kya hai he gahri wo nadiya hai
dub gaya jo paar ho gaya na duba wo
dub gayato husn bhala kya hai
phulo ka sehra hai hai jaa pe jo khela
bas wahi jeeta usi ke sar phulo ka sehra hai

choti si ek baat kisi ki
badh ke mohabbat ban jati hai
dilbar ki sada si surat dil ki
zaruat ban jaati hai haay
choti si ek baat kisi ki
badh ke mohabbat ban jati hai
dilbar ki sada si surat dil ki
zaruat ban jaati hai haay
ve maar sutiya ve maar sutiya

ishq bhala kya hai he gahri wo nadiya hai
dub gaya jo paar ho gaya na duba
wo dub gaya to husn bhala kya hai
hai phulo ka sehra hai hai jaa pe jo khela
bas wahi jeeta usi ke sar phulo ka sehra hai
ve maar sutiya ve maar sutiya

They strike, they strike, the blows of love,
What is love? A river deep and vast.
Who drowns, transcends; who fears the plunge,
What beauty then, is there to grasp?

A garland of flowers, for those who play with life,
The victor's crown, on one who gives his all.
They strike, they strike, the blows of love.

What is love? A river deep and vast.
Who drowns, transcends; who fears the plunge,
What beauty then, is there to grasp?
A garland of flowers, for those who play with life,
The victor's crown, on one who gives his all.

To break it, none can break its hold,
To mend it, none can mend its weave.
To turn from it, the path unrolls,
To leave its hand, you can't believe.
To break it, none can break its hold,
To mend it, none can mend its weave.
To turn from it, the path unrolls,
To leave its hand, you can't believe.
They strike, they strike, the blows of love.

What is love? A river deep and vast.
Who drowns, transcends; who fears the plunge,
What beauty then, is there to grasp?
A garland of flowers, for those who play with life,
The victor's crown, on one who gives his all.

A whispered word, a fleeting glance,
That blossoms into love's embrace,
The beloved's voice, the heart's expanse,
Becomes the soul's essential space.
A whispered word, a fleeting glance,
That blossoms into love's embrace,
The beloved's voice, the heart's expanse,
Becomes the soul's essential space.
They strike, they strike, the blows of love.

What is love? A river deep and vast.
Who drowns, transcends; who fears the plunge,
What beauty then, is there to grasp?
A garland of flowers, for those who play with life,
The victor's crown, on one who gives his all.
They strike, they strike, the blows of love.