ye kahani nahi hai raani
are pyar hai pyar kya

pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar ki umar me pyar ho jaaye to
pyar kyu na kare ye bata de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

aisi surat pe kyu dil diwana na ho
dil mile na to mausam suhana na ho
chaar din ko mili pyar ki zindagi
dil ke hotho pe kyu ye tarana na ho
pyar jisme na ho aisa dil hai kaha
pyar jisme na ho aisa dil hai kaha
aisa dil lake hamko dikha de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

haal jo hai idhar haal wo hai udhar
tu na bole magar na bole teri nazar
tere chehre se to saaf jahir hain ye
nind aayi na hogi tujhe raat bhar
maine jo bhi kahi baat sach hai yahi
maine jo bhi kahi baat sach hai yahi
baat ye kyu hansi me uda de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi
pyar ki umar me pyar ho jaaye to
pyar kyu na kare ye bata de koi
pyar kagaj pe likhi kahani nahi
jo likhe aur likh kar mita de koi

This isn't a tale, my Queen,
but love, love, what is it?

Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.
Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.
When love blooms in love's own season,
Why shouldn't love be embraced, tell me?
Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.

Upon such beauty, why not madness of heart?
Without hearts entwined, no season of delight.
Four days are given, this life of love,
Why not a song upon the heart's own mouth?
Where is the heart devoid of love's fire?
Where is the heart devoid of love's fire?
Show me such a heart, if one can be found.
Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.

The state here, is the state there,
Though you speak not, your gaze does share.
From your face, the truth is clear,
You've known no sleep throughout the night.
All I've spoken, the truth it bears,
All I've spoken, the truth it bears,
Why dismiss this truth with laughter's art?
Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.
When love blooms in love's own season,
Why shouldn't love be embraced, tell me?
Love's no story penned on paper,
To be written and erased at whim.