pyaar me ik dil ki jit hai, ik dil ki haar hai
har dil hai mohra pyaar me
pyaar me ik dil maqrur hai, ik gham se chur hai
har dil hai mohra pyaar me
kisi ke liye rab ki raza, kisi ke liye gehari saza
dono chehre iske juda, hai maza pyaar me
pyaar me ik dil ki jit hai, ik dil ki haar hai
har dil hai mohra pyaar me

kehte hain pyaar woh hai, kaanto ka haar jo hai
ya phir kisi ki khaatir rimjim puhaar woh hai
chingaariyo ke jaisa dil ka malaal hai toh
takdir me kisi ki jashn-e-bahaar woh hai
ek sa kab iss ka rup hai, ik pal yeh dup hai
ik pal hai kohra pyaar me
pyaar me ik dil ki jit hai, ik dil ki haar hai
har dil hai mohra pyaar me
kisi ke liye ujli subha, kisi ke liye hai kadvi zuban
dono chehre iske juda, hai maza pyaar me
marz kabhi, kabhi hai dava
kabhi hai agan toh kabhi hai dhua
dono chehre iske juda, hai maza pyaar me

ik dil ka hausla hai, khushiyo ka silsila hai
toh koi dil bechaara rukha hai dil jala hai
tohfe me yeh kisi ko dono jahaan de de
badle me kyun kisi ko afsos hi mila hai
pankh hain, kyun ik dil ke liye
aur duje ke liye har lamha behra pyaar me
pyaar me ik dil ki jit hai, ik dil ki haar hai
har dil hai mohra pyaar me
kise ke liye mehki hawa, kise ke liye hai sirf jafa
dono chehre iske juda, hai maza pyaar me
marz kabhi, kabhi hai daba
kabhi hai adam toh kabhi hai dhua
dono chehre iske juda, hai maza pyaar me

In love, a heart can triumph, a heart can fall,
Each heart a pawn within love's thrall.
In love, a heart is proud, a heart in sorrow,
Each heart a pawn, awaiting tomorrow.
For some, God's grace, a blessed decree,
For others, a deep, dark penalty.
Love's faces, distinct, a contrasting art,
The very essence of love's beating heart.
In love, a heart can triumph, a heart can fall,
Each heart a pawn within love's thrall.

They say love is a garland of thorns, they say,
Or perhaps, for someone, a gentle, misty spray.
Like embers, a heart's hidden ache, a fire,
Or in another's fate, a festive pyre.
Its form never constant, in a moment, a shade,
In another, a fog, love's veiled cascade.
In love, a heart can triumph, a heart can fall,
Each heart a pawn within love's thrall.
For some, a bright dawn, a radiant start,
For others, a bitter tongue that tears the heart.
Love's faces, distinct, a contrasting art,
The very essence of love's beating heart.
Sometimes a malady, sometimes a cure,
Sometimes a fire, sometimes a haze obscure.
Love's faces, distinct, a contrasting art,
The very essence of love's beating heart.

One heart finds courage, a joyful chain,
While another, forlorn, consumed by pain.
It offers the world to a chosen few,
While others find only sorrow's hue.
Wings, for one heart, to soar and climb,
For the other, a lifetime, out of time.
In love, a heart can triumph, a heart can fall,
Each heart a pawn within love's thrall.
For some, a fragrant breeze, a sweet perfume,
For others, only injustice's gloom.
Love's faces, distinct, a contrasting art,
The very essence of love's beating heart.
Sometimes a malady, sometimes a cure,
Sometimes a void, sometimes a haze obscure.
Love's faces, distinct, a contrasting art,
The very essence of love's beating heart.