jante ho kya samjate ho kya
ki mohabbat bahut hi muskil hai
ye rasta ki tumko pta
ye marj hai dawa hai mohabbat
bahut hi kadvi hai ye dawa
ye kisne hai jana kisne pahchana
ki kya hai ye mohabbat

khusiya hai isme to gam bhi hai isme
mohabbat ki isme rone ka alag hi maja hai
baate pe baate or ye mulakate mohabbat
ki isme jine ki alag hi adaa hai
ye kisne hai jana kisne hai pahchana
hai muskil batana ki kya hai ye
kya hai ye ye mohabbat

na din ka pta hai, raat ka pta hai
ki mohabbat ki isme khone ka
alag hi maja hai, jaan ke ya buj ke
samaj ke ya bul se mohabbat
bura koi fasa hai

ye kisne hai jana kisne hai pahchana
hai muskil batana ki kya hai ye
kya hai ye ye mohabbat

Do you know what you grasp, what you perceive?
That love is a mountain, a climb unforeseen.
This path you tread, do you truly know?
A malady, a cure, love's bittersweet flow.
A medicine harsh, a bitter draught,
Who has truly known, who has truly felt?
The essence of love, the truth it has dealt.

Joy resides here, but sorrow too,
In love's embrace, there's a unique hue.
From tears that fall, a solace we find,
Conversations bloom, in meetings entwined.
In love's realm, a unique way to be,
Who has truly known, who has truly seen?
To define its form, is a daunting scene.
What is this, this love's decree?

Lost to the day, lost to the night,
In love's depths, a unique, ecstatic flight.
A burning soul, a conscious fall,
Forgetting all wisdom, answering love's call.
A cruel trap, a dangerous snare,
Who has truly known, who has truly been there?
To speak of it is to despair.
What is this, this love's design?
What is this, this love divine?