teri duniya ye samjhti hai khatawar hai hum
pyar duniya me gunaah hai to gunaah gaar hai hum

sachhi hai agar data meri preet deewaani
sachhi hai agar data meri preet deewaani
ulfat ki kasam aag bhi ban jaayegi paani
ulfat ki kasam aag bhi ban jaayegi paani
sachchi hai agar preet meri

hai pyar agar paap to kyu pyar banaya
kyu dil me mohabbat ka haseen dard jagaaya
hai pyar agar paap to kyu pyar banaya
kyu dil me mohabbat ka haseen dard jagaaya
kyu tune banaayi hai jamaane me jawaani
ulfat ki kasam aag bhi ban jaayegi paani
sachchi hai agar preet meri

insaan ke seene me ye armaan diye kyu
har lahar ke pahlu me ye tufaan diye kyu
insaan ke seene me ye armaan diye kyu
har lahar ke pahlu me ye tufaan diye kyu
kyu pyar ka paigaam hai har raat suhaani
ulfat ki kasam aag bhi ban jaayegi paani
sachchi hai agar preet meri

gar tera ishara ho to de sakte hai jaan hum
teri hi kasam hai nahi mitane ka hume gum
gar tera ishara ho to de sakte hai jaan hum
teri hi kasam hai nahi mitane ka hume gum
gum ye hai na mit jaaye mohabbat ki kahaani
ulfat ki kasam aag bhi ban jaayegi paani
ho o o daata re o o daata re
o o o o daata re
aa aa aa daata re

This world deems us wrong, a sinner's plight,
If love’s a crime, then we embrace the night.

If true, O Giver, this love in my soul's deep core,
If true, O Giver, this love I adore,
By love's oath sworn, fire itself shall cease,
By love's oath sworn, fire shall find its peace,
If true, O Giver, this love’s decree.

If love is sin, then why did love begin?
Why in the heart, this lovely ache within?
If love is sin, then why did love arise?
Why in the heart, this lovely ache that cries?
Why did You fashion youth in earthly guise?
By love's oath sworn, fire itself shall cease,
If true, O Giver, this love’s decree.

Why in man’s breast, these longings You impart?
Why in each wave, this storm within the heart?
Why in man’s breast, these longings You impart?
Why in each wave, this storm within the heart?
Why is love's message sweet beneath the stars?
By love's oath sworn, fire itself shall cease,
If true, O Giver, this love’s decree.

If You command, our lives we gladly lend,
By Your own oath, our sorrows have no end.
If You command, our lives we gladly lend,
By Your own oath, our sorrows have no end.
Our grief, lest love’s sweet tale should know its close,
By love's oath sworn, fire itself shall cease,
O Giver, O Giver, O Giver,
O Giver.