jisko bhi lageya ishq ka rog
jisko bhi lageya ishq ka rog
usko pagal kehnde log
o jiya o jiya
o jiya o jiya
o ho ho ho o ho ho ho
o ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi pi le ishq da pyala
jhume banke woh matwala
jo bhi pi le ishq da pyala
jhume banke woh matwala
na woh jita, na woh marta
na woh jita, na woh marta
jisne liya ye jog, ye jog
o jiya o jiya
o jiya o jiya

na kuch sujhe, na kuch bhaye
ek pal bhi na raahat aaye
na kuch sujhe, na kuch bhaye
ek pal bhi na raahat aaye
zakhmi jiya ka dard mitaade
zakhmi jiya ka dard mitaade
aisa nahin koi rog, ye jog
o jiya o jiya
o jiya o jiya
jisko bhi lageya ishq ka rog
jisko bhi lageya ishq ka rog
usko pagal kehnde log
o jiya o jiya
o jiya o jiya

The malady of love, once it takes hold,
The world proclaims the afflicted, mad and bold.
Oh, soul, oh soul,
Oh, soul, oh soul.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Who drinks the chalice love does pour,
Dances, a reveler, forevermore.
Who drinks the chalice love does pour,
Dances, a reveler, forevermore.
Neither living, nor truly dead, he seems,
Who takes this yoke, these dreams.
Oh, soul, oh soul,
Oh, soul, oh soul.

Nothing makes sense, nothing is clear,
Not a moment's solace to hold so dear.
Nothing makes sense, nothing is clear,
Not a moment's solace to hold so dear.
Heal the wounded soul's pain and plight,
Heal the wounded soul's pain and plight,
There's no malady quite this sore.
Oh, soul, oh soul,
Oh, soul, oh soul.
The malady of love, once it takes hold,
The world proclaims the afflicted, mad and bold.
Oh, soul, oh soul,
Oh, soul, oh soul.