lo husn ki kimat dene ko taiyar hai lakho
ab to aa jaao dilbar ke kharidar hai lakho
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane

tadapti baaho ko sahara na mila
kinare par aaye kinara na mila
kali muskayi thi nazara na mila
kahin bhi humsafar humara na mila
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane

mohabbat ho jahan teri mehfil nahi
mohabbat ho jahan teri mehfil nahi
tujhe koi pyar de tu is kabil nahi
teri taqdeer ka koi hasil nahi
teri raahe udhar jidhar manzil nahi
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane

hasi nagme tere tharakte rah jaye
jawa jajbe liye dhadkte rah jaye
aankho ke khab bhi tadapte rah jaye
yu hi ghunghru tere chhnakte rah jaye
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane hota kya pyar hai
teri taqdeer me to likha bazaar hai
ae dil tu kya jane

Millions are poised to pay the price of beauty,
Come now, beloved, for millions are buyers.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know?

Craving arms found no embrace,
On the shore we arrived, but no solace.
The bud bloomed, no vision we could trace,
Nowhere, a companion in this space.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know?

Where love resides, you find no gathering,
Where love resides, you find no gathering,
No one to love you, you are not worth it,
For your destiny, there is no harvest,
Your paths lead where no destination exists.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know?

Your lovely songs will forever sway,
Young passions, thrumming, will stay,
The dreams of your eyes, forever they will stray,
Thus your anklets will forever play.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know of love's true measure?
Your fate is etched in the marketplace's pressure.
Oh heart, what do you know?