ye aankho se shuru hui, bina kuch kahe
ye pahunchi kaise dil tak chupke se
ye hui heer-ranjha ko sar pe chhai
ye romoiyo-julet ko bhi kitna radapaai
bemausam ye aaye, nahi kabhi bhi ye jaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyaar ishq chaht hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

ae ishq kabhi bhi ho jaye
chahe din me chahe rato me
yaade unki aa jaati hai
bhigi bhigi barsaaton me
raato me barsaaton me
barsaaton me raato me, raato me raato me
bemausam ye aaye, nahi kabhi bhi ye jaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

koi kahe ishq koi pyar kahe
naam iske kitane saare hain
isme kitano ko chot lagi
ha saare ishq ke maare hain
maare ishq ke saare hain
ha maare ishq ke saare hain, maare hain maare hain
ye aaye nahi jaaye, bada jor jor tadapaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

From the eyes it bloomed, a silent seed,
How did it reach the heart, a hidden deed?
It crowned Heer-Ranjha, a fiery grace,
And Romeo-Juliet, in love's embrace.
Untimely it arrives, never to depart,
This ancient thing, this love in the heart.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss, love it is.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is, love it is.

Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is, love it is.

Oh, love, it can appear,
In day or in the night's despair.
Their memories, a gentle rain,
In the sopping rains, again and again.
In nights, in rains,
In rains and in these nights, in nights, in nights,
Untimely it arrives, never to depart,
This ancient thing, this love in the heart.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is, love it is.

Some call it love, some passion's art,
It wears a thousand names by heart.
How many bruised, by arrows flown,
All wounded by love's bitter stone.
Wounded by love, all the same,
Wounded by love, again and again.
It comes, it won't leave, with its tormenting flame,
This ancient thing, this love in the game.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is, love it is.
Love it is, love it is,
This fondness, passion, bliss.
Love it is, love it is, love it is.