aata hai dil pe pyar kyo
pyar kyo chhede hai chhede hai
bar bar kyo aata hai
aata hai dil pe pyar kyo
pyar kyo chhede hai chhede hai
bar bar kyo aata hai
duniya pe nikhar kyo
har chij par singar kyo
duniya pe nikhar kyo
har chij par singar kyo
kal bhi to the phul khile
kal bhi to the phul khile
aaj nayi bahar kyo
aata hai dil pe pyar kyo
pyar kyo chhede hai chhede hai
bar bar kyo aata hai

aisi koi hawa chali
jhumti hai kali kali
jhumti hai kali kali
aisi koi hawa chali
jhumti hai kali kali
jhumti hai kali kali
bemaja thi jindgi jo
bemaja thi jindgi jo
lagti hai ab bhali bhali
lagti hai ab bhali bhali
hasrte hai besumar kyo
aata hai dil pe pyar kyo
pyar kyo chhede hai chhede hai
bar bar kyo aata hai

kya jane kya jane kya hai majara
kya jane dil ko kya hua kya jane
kya jane ha itni bat hai jarur
ha itni bat hai jarur
dard sa hai utha hua
dard sa hai utha hua ?
aata hai dil pe pyar kyo
pyar kyo chhede hai chhede hai
bar bar kyo aata hai

Why love descends, a tempest in the soul,
Why it stirs, and stirs, a constant toll?
Why does it come, again and yet again?
Why love descends, a tempest in the soul?

Why beauty blooms upon the world's embrace?
Why does each thing adorn itself with grace?
Yesterday, the flowers bloomed in sight,
Yesterday, the flowers bloomed in sight,
Why is today a freshness in this place?
Why love descends, a tempest in the soul,
Why it stirs, and stirs, a constant toll?
Why does it come, again and yet again?

A wind has blown, a secret, scented breeze,
That makes each bud in joyous dance appease,
That makes each bud in joyous dance appease.
A wind has blown, a secret, scented breeze,
That makes each bud in joyous dance appease,
That makes each bud in joyous dance appease.
Life, once a tasteless, weary, empty show,
Life, once a tasteless, weary, empty show,
Now seems so sweet, a radiant, tender glow.
Why hopes arise, a boundless, surging sea?
Why love descends, a tempest in the soul,
Why it stirs, and stirs, a constant toll?
Why does it come, again and yet again?

Who knows what currents churn within the heart?
Who knows what changes, plays a hidden part?
Who knows, yes, one thing, this much we may hold,
Who knows, yes, one thing, this much we may hold,
A subtle ache begins to now impart.
Why love descends, a tempest in the soul,
Why it stirs, and stirs, a constant toll?
Why does it come, again and yet again?