pyar kya shay hai miya
pyar ki kimat jaano
pyar karle koi, tum use to ganimat jaano

ye duniya pyar ke kisse
ye duniya pyar ke kisse
mujhe jab bhi sunati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

kabhi khushbu bhare khat ko
sirhane rakh ke soti thi
kabhi yaado ke bisatar se
lipat kar khub roti thi
kabhi aanchal bhigoti thi
kabhi takiya bhigoti thi
kabhi takiya bhigoti thi
ye uski saadgi hai jo
ye uski saadgi hai jo
hume ab bhi rulati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

chali aati thi milne ke liye hilebane se
gujarti thi kayamat dil pe
uske laut jane se
mujhe behad suku milta tha uske muskurane se
ha uske muskurane se
utar kar chandni jis waqt
utar kar chandni jis waqt
chhat par muskurati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

wo mera naam, wo mera naam, wo mera naam
geeto ke bahane gungunati thi
main rota tha to wo bhi aansu me dub jati thi
main hansta tha to mere sath
wo bhi muskurati thi, wo bhi muskurati thi
abhi tak yaad uski pyar
abhi tak yaad uski pyar
ke wo geet luatati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

jaha milte the dono wo thikana yaad aata hai
wafa ka, dil ka, chahat ka
fasana yaad aata hai
ke uska khab me aakar satana yaad aata hai
satana yaad aata hai
wo najuk naram ungli ab
wo najuk naram ungli ab
bhi mujhko gudgudati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

wo college ka zamana
aankh me nashtar chubhota hai
aur uski yaada ka sawan
kitabo ko bhigota hai
akele me abhi mujhko yahi mehsus hota hai
yahi mehsus hota hai
ke jaise aaj bhi college
ke jaise aaj bhi college
me padhne roj jati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai
wo ladki yaad aati hai

What is love, my friend?
Know love's true worth.
If someone loves you,
consider it a blessing on earth.
This world recounts tales of love,
and each time I hear,
her memory appears.

She used to sleep with scented letters
beneath her head,
or weep and cling to memories
upon her bed.
Sometimes she’d soak her shawl,
sometimes her pillow, wet,
her simplicity, even now,
makes my heart regret.
Her memory appears.

She’d come to meet me,
across the hills so steep,
and my heart would face judgment
when she would leave.
I found such peace
in her smile, so sweet,
yes, in her smile.
And when the moonlight descends,
smiling on the roof,
her memory appears.

She used to hum my name,
in the guise of songs,
and when I wept,
she too, into tears would throng.
When I would laugh,
she'd laugh along, she'd sing along,
and still, her love,
her songs are sung,
her memory appears.

The place where we met,
the memory remains,
a tale of loyalty, heart,
and love's refrains.
Her nightly haunting dreams,
the hurt that still sustains.
The touch of her soft fingers,
still, my senses gains.
Her memory appears.

The college days,
a painful sting,
and her memory's monsoon,
soaking my books, the things.
Alone, I still feel
the truth it brings,
the truth it brings,
as if she goes to college,
each day, on wings.
Her memory appears.