yeh khabar chhapava do akhabar me
postar lagava do bazar me
ek ladka ek ladki ek ladka ek ladki hay
hay dono pagal ho gaye pyar me
yeh khabar chhapava do

nind nahi aati ankho me jab se ankh ladi hai
mai bhi hu betab bada, too bhi bechain badi hai
tere mere bich jamane ki diwar khadi hai
aa dhundhe koyi khidaki darwaja iss diwar me
yeh khabar chhapava do

ham dono hain yar kanvare nikali sau barate
dil ke andar hi naa rah jayey dil ki yah baten
thode se hain pyar ke din, thodi si pyar ki raten
ye naa ho mar jayey ham dono intzar me
yeh khabar chhapava do

pyar ke dushman dooniya wale karle jo hai karna
chupake chupake thamke dil thandi aah kya bharna
pyar kiya toh thodi si badnami se kya darna
kante bhi hote hain yahan phulo ke har me
yeh khabar chhapava do

Let the news be printed, a headline's bold decree,
Posters plastered in the marketplace, for all to see.
A boy, a girl, then a boy, and then a girl, alas,
Lost in love's wild madness, their spirits now to pass.
Let the news be printed.

Sleep deserts my eyelids, since our eyes first met,
I too, am restless, and you, with worry, are beset.
Between us, a wall of the world's cold decree,
Let us search for a window, a door, to set us free.
Let the news be printed.

We are both unmarried, yet a hundred weddings pass,
Lest our heart's unspoken desires forever amass.
Brief are the days of love, and nights of gentle grace,
Lest we perish, entwined, in love's waiting space.
Let the news be printed.

Let love's foes conspire, to do their worst they may,
Why sigh in secret, when our hearts now sway?
If we've chosen love's path, what shame should we fear?
Even thorns are woven, in garlands held so dear.
Let the news be printed.