pyar ka pehla
pyar ka pehla, ishq ka doosra
aur mohabbat ka tisara
labz adhura hota hai
pyar ka pehla, ishq ka doosra
aur mohabbat ka tisara
labz adhura hota hai
Is liye hum aapko chahate hain
kyun ki chahat ka har
labz pura hota hain
pyar ka pehla

raat ki galiyon mein palko ko
bichha kar kyaa kare
raat ki galiyon mein palko ko
bichha kar kyaa kare
ab kisi chehare ko aankhon me
basa kar kya kare
dil ke aaine mein
khwabo ko saja kar kya kare
aap na jismein samil ho
wo khwaab adhura hota hai
pyar ka pehla

aaj duniya bhar ki baate
yaad aaye kis liye
aaj duniya bahr ki baate
yaad aaye kis liye
aap mere paas hain
mehfil sajae kis liye
aap jab hain saamne
samme jalaye kis liye
aapka aanchal dhalakte hi
hi sawera hota hain
pyar ka pehla

aap ka chehara hain ya
ek jagmagati sham hai
aap ka chehara hain ya
ek jagmagati sham hai
aap ka ye zism hai ya
roshani ka jaam hai
zindagi mein hain jo bhi hai
sab aap hi ke naam hain
aap ki palko ko chhu kar
har sapna pura hota hai
pyar ka pehla ishq ka doosra
aur mohabbat ka tisara
labz adhura hota hai
Is liye hum aapko chahate hain
kyun ki chahat ka har
labz pura hota hai
pyar ka pehla

The first is love,
the second, a fevered desire,
the third, a deep devotion.
Each word falls short,
incomplete, until it reaches you.

So, it is you I crave,
because in your embrace,
every syllable finds its truth.
The first is love.

In the night's dark streets,
why lay out my lashes?
What use to enshrine a face
within my gaze?
Why adorn the heart's mirror
with dreams, if you're not there?
A dream without your presence,
is a dream forever broken.
The first is love.

Why recall the world's whispers,
today of all days?
You are near, my treasure,
why seek another gathering?
With you before me,
why light a single candle?
As your veil descends,
dawn itself unfolds.
The first is love.

Is your face a mirror,
or a radiant evening?
Is your form not flesh,
but a chalice of light?
Whatever life holds,
all is yours by right.
Brushing your lashes,
every dream awakens, to desire.
The first is love,
the second, a fevered desire,
the third, a deep devotion.
Each word falls short,
incomplete, until it reaches you.
So, it is you I crave,
because in your embrace,
every syllable finds its truth.
The first is love.