mohabbat ki ada kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tumko hai meri kasam
mohabbat ki ada kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tumko hai meri kasam
ye aankho ki hai juba
khubshurat si hai khata
ye aankho ki hai juba
khubshurat si hai khata
ye chahat ki ada kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tumko hai meri kasam

aa chura lu main labo ki narmiya
peene bhi de aankho ki ye mastiya
aa chura lu main labo ki narmiya
peene bhi de aankho ki ye mastiya
janeman janeman kaise ho tum sajjan
chhede hai ye pavan chhume pyar se
dil ko mera gagan ho
shikayat ki ada kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tum ko hai meri kasam

chhote hai bahut pyar ke ye pal
baato hi bato mein jaaye na nikal
chhote hai bahut pyar ke ye pal
baato hi bato mein jaaye na nikal
aaja jhoom ke baho mein tum jara
is din ki chhah se mahaka hai ye sama
sharart ki adaa kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tum ko hai meri kasam
mohabbat ki ada kya hoti hai
kuch btao naa o sanam
tumko hai meri kasam
tumko hai meri kasam
tumko hai meri kasam
tumko hai meri kasam

Tell me, Beloved, what is love's true guise?
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.
For love's sweet nature, what does it devise?
Tell me, Beloved, I ask with my cries.
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.

The eyes speak a language, a beautiful wrong,
The eyes speak a language, where feelings belong.
Tell me, Beloved, by the love that's so strong,
For desire's true nature, where do we throng?
By my life, I implore, tell me, where we belong.

Let me steal the softness held within your kiss,
Let me drink the wildness in your eyes' abyss.
Let me steal the sweetness of this loving bliss,
Let me drink the madness of love's soft hiss.
My love, my love, how do you do, my bliss?
This gentle breeze stirs, with love's tender kiss,
My heart is the sky, in sweet, soft amiss.
Tell me, Beloved, what do complaints do?
By my life, I implore, tell me, it's true.

These moments of love, they are so few,
Don't let them vanish, in words untrue.
These moments of love, they are so few,
Don't let them fade, in words we imbue.
Come, sway in my arms, my love, feel anew,
For this day's desire, the air it imbues,
Tell me, Beloved, what are tricks we pursue?
By my life, I implore, tell me, it's true.
Tell me, Beloved, what is love's true guise?
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.
By my life, I implore, tell me, oh wise.