haaye mar gye hum teri mohhaabat me
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aa ho haaye
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo taseer nahi
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo taseer nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi
ab vo siri nahi, ab vo laila nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo taseer nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi

sath marne ki tadap ab kahan haseeno me
yaaro jhuthi hai chamak husan ke nagino me
pyar dhulat se ye karte hai inhe pyar nahi
ab hume inki wafao ka etbar nahi
ab vo siri nahi, ab vo laila nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo taseer nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi

na inhe pa se mohabbat na inhe pa se wafa
in ka pesa hai sitam, in ka seva hai jawan
pyar kehti hai jise ye duniya vo pyar nahi
kisko dil deke yaha koi bhi dildar nahi
ab vo siri nahi, ab vo laila nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo hir nahi
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo tasir nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo hir nahi

ye hasi dhokhe sanam banke jiya karte hai
ishq ki kha ke kasam loot liya karte hai
fir bhi keh te hum se ki wefadar nahi
fir bhi rote hai koi inka bhi dildar nahi
ab vo siri nahi, ab vo laila nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi
ab mohabbat me jo pehle thi vo taseer nahi
ab vo siri nahi laila nahi vo heer nahi

We are dead in love's embrace,
A cry that echoes through time and space.
The fire that once burned bright, it's dimmed,
No longer the spell it once seemed.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer now known,
The magic of love has been overthrown.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer to find,
The old essence of love left behind.

Where is the yearning to die side by side?
False is the glitter, where serpents hide.
They love for fortune, not for a soul's art,
No trust in their vows can now restart.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer to find,
The old essence of love left behind.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer now known,
The magic of love has been overthrown.

No love in their hearts, no fidelity shown,
Cruelty is their trade, their youth has flown.
The world calls it love, but it's not the same,
No true beloved in this heartless game.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer to find,
The old essence of love left behind.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer now known,
The magic of love has been overthrown.

These beauties deceive, living a lie,
Swearing love's oath, while stealing on high.
Yet they cry to us, "We find no true devotion,"
They weep, for their hearts feel no motion.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer to find,
The old essence of love left behind.
No Shirin, no Laila, no Heer now known,
The magic of love has been overthrown.