jahan me log sacche aashiqo ko yaar kahte hai
are bhai samjhe, ha
jahan me log sacche aashiqo ko yaar kahte hai
magar hum
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
o barkhudar kahte hai, barkhudar kahte hai

daga jab tak na de koi
to inke din nahi katte
daga jab tak na de koi
to inke din nahi katte
to inke din nahi katte
to inke din nahi katte
hazaro thokre khakar bhi
ye pichhe nahi hatte
hasino ki gali ka inko thekedar kahte hai
jahan me log sacche aashiqo ko yaar kahte hai
magar hum
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
o barkhudar kahte hai, barkhudar kahte hai

hai jinko ishq ka chakkar
pade rahte hai mushkil me
hai jinko ishq ka chakkar
pade rahte hai mushkil me
pade rahte hai mushkil me
nahi aadhi mohabbat bhi kisi mashuq ke dil me
hum aise chalte firte ishq ko fitkaar kahte hai
jahan me log sacche aashiqo ko yaar kahte hai
magar hum
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
o samjhe bhai
magar hum unko mashuqo ka barkhudar kahte hai
o barkhudar kahte hai, barkhudar kahte hai

In this world, they call true lovers, "beloveds,"
Ah, but listen, yes,
In this world, they call true lovers, "beloveds,"
But we,
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
Oh, servants they are, servants they are.

Until betrayal blooms,
Their days find no ease,
Until betrayal blooms,
Their days find no ease,
Their days find no ease,
Their days find no ease,
Though thousands of stumbles they face,
They never retreat,
They are called the landlords of beauty's lanes,
In this world, they call true lovers, "beloveds,"
But we,
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
Oh, servants they are, servants they are.

Those ensnared by love's wiles,
Dwell in a sea of woes,
Those ensnared by love's wiles,
Dwell in a sea of woes,
Dwell in a sea of woes,
Not even a fragment of love resides
In the heart of their beloved,
We curse such fleeting, shallow love,
In this world, they call true lovers, "beloveds,"
But we,
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
Oh, understand, brother,
But we call them the "servants of the beloved,"
Oh, servants they are, servants they are.