itna kariyo koi mohabbat karana hai aasan
kisi par marana hai aasan nibhana mushkil hai
nibhana mushkil hai mohabbat ke sholo se bhag
kabhi jo lag jaye ye aag bujhana muhskil hai
bujhana mushkil hai

mere sapno me aaye ek chhori jadugarni
mere sapno me aaye ek chhori jadugarni
dil ke jangal me vo ghume banke sundar harni
hoye hoye banke sundar harni
magar aisi hai ye takdir ke us harni par koi teer
chalana mushkil hai chalana mushkil hai
mohabbat karana hai aasan kisi par marana hai
aasan nibhana mushkil hai nibhana mushkil hai

ek jalim ne mere armano ka khun kiya hai are khun kiya hai
fir bhi maine aksar usko telephon kiya hai
bis naye paise dal ke telephon kiya hai
or kya kya kya kya kiya re bhai
na jane kitne teligram use beje hai subh sham
batana mushkil hai batana mushkil hai
mohabbat karana hai aasan kisi par marana hai
aasan nibhana mushkil hai nibhana mushkil hai

dil me aakar dilbar mera vayi vayi vayi vayi karta
dil me aakar dilbar mera vayi vayi vayi vayi karta
ek akeli jan hai meri nakhre kai kai karta
vayi vayi vayi vayi karta
o jalim jhagde mere sath agar mai jau chudake hath
to jana mushkil hai to jana mushkil hai
mohabbat karana hai aasan kisi par marana hai
aasan nibhana mushkil hai nibhana mushkil hai

prem sadk te ishk ne sade khayi aisi thokar
prem sadk te ishk ne sade khayi aisi thokar
are dil da randi prem gali vich rahnde banke nokar
aji aisi hai meri heer ke usko varis shadi heer
banana mushkil hai banana mushkil hai
mohabbat karana hai aasan kisi par marana hai
aasan nibhana mushkil hai nibhana mushkil hai

To love is easy, they say, to die for love, a simple feat.
But to endure, to truly stay, that's where the heart's true trials meet.
To flee the flames of love's own heat, when passion's fire takes its hold,
To quench the blaze, a bitter feat, when love's deep story must be told.

A sorceress, a maiden fair, in dreams she came to me at night,
Through forests of my heart to snare, a graceful deer, bathed in soft light.
Ah, such is fate, a cruel decree, upon that deer, no arrow flies,
To wound her beauty, it would be, a task beneath these weeping skies.
To love is easy, they say, to die for love, a simple feat.
But to endure, to truly stay, that's where the heart's true trials meet.

A tyrant spilled my every dream, my hopes, a crimson, flowing stain.
Yet still, I made a hopeful gleam, to call her name, again, again.
With coins I spent, a meager sum, to reach her ear, my pleading call.
While telegrams, they overcame, to her, they fell, both night and fall.
And what, and what, and what, alas,
Who sends her words, with every dawn?
To tell the truth, I cannot pass, for silence, now, the heart has drawn.
To love is easy, they say, to die for love, a simple feat.
But to endure, to truly stay, that's where the heart's true trials meet.

My love, she comes, within my breast, her constant "why, why, why" rings clear.
A lonely life, I must invest, in her whims, that hold me near.
"Why, why, why," she softly sings,
If I would break away, and flee,
A journey from her, time now brings, a trial's edge, for only me.
To love is easy, they say, to die for love, a simple feat.
But to endure, to truly stay, that's where the heart's true trials meet.

Love's road, a path, where passion roams, has struck my soul, a heavy blow.
My heart, it wanders, far from homes, in love's street, I'm a servant low.
My Heer, so loved, her fate now sealed, no marriage ties, could ever bind.
To make her mine, a dream concealed, a task for which no peace I find.
To love is easy, they say, to die for love, a simple feat.
But to endure, to truly stay, that's where the heart's true trials meet.