kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog
bada kathin hai pyar nibhana, aisa kyu kahte hai log
kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog
kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog
bada kathin hai pyar nibhana, aisa kyu kahte hai log
yu to pyar sabhi karte, lekin nibhate hai kuchh log
kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog

pyar chhubhan hai, pyar agan hai
pyar chhubhan hai, pyar agan hai, aisa sab kyu kahta hai
sunte hai do pal ki khusi, me ansu umar bhar bahta hai
ho pyar samarpan hai pyar hai pooja
pyar ke rang sa rang na duja
pyar me do aasu bahe bhi to kya hai
pyar ki barkha ka pana maja hai
lekin pyar kiya nahi jata, ye to hota hai sanjog
kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog
kya hai pyar batao na, dil ka chain ya dil ka rog

achha to kuch or batao, pyar me kaya kya hota hai
pyar kisi se ho jaye to, kaise baiya wo hota hai
pyar hai wo kaisa jo karne pada baiya
najro se padhte hai dil ki jubaa
pyar ki dunia to sabse juda hai, pyar se mehka ye sara jaha
samjh gayi mai pyar ka matlab, kyu ye kahte hai sab log
yu to pyar sabhi karte, lekin nibhate hai kuchh log
yu to pyar sabhi karte hai, lekin nibhate hai kuchh log
pyar se dunia pyar se khusiya, phir bhi isko kahte rog

Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?
They say it's hard to hold love close, why do they tear it all apart?
Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?
Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?
They say it's hard to hold love close, why do they tear it all apart?
All seek love's embrace, but few stay true, to its core, and its art.
Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?

Love, a sting, a burning fire's kiss, they all proclaim with might.
They say it brings a moment's bliss, then tears that dim the light.
But love is giving, love a prayer,
A hue unmatched beyond compare.
If love brings tears, what is lost,
To drink of love's sweet, cleansing frost?
But love is not a choice we make, it's fate's design that we all know.
Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?
Tell me, what is love, a solace for the soul, or a sickness of the heart?

Tell me then, what else abides, what happens when love takes hold?
If love has bloomed within your tides, how does the story unfold?
Love, a language of the soul,
Through eyes, the heart's tale is told.
Love's world, a realm distinct, apart,
Where love perfumes the world and heart.
I understand the meaning now, why all the wise ones say,
All seek love's embrace, but few stay true, to its grace, in every way.
All seek love's embrace, but few stay true, to its grace, to its sway.
Love brings the world its joy and pleasure, yet they call it a malady.