dil pe waar hota hai, phir ikraar hota hai
tanhai mein rote hain, jinko pyar hota hai

aisi waisi baat nahin, choti moti baat nahin
yeh toh mohabbat hai, yahi ibadat hai
aisi waisi baat nahin, choti moti baat nahin
yeh toh mohabbat hai, yahi ibaadat hai
aankhon ke raste se dil mein utarkar dil kho jata hai
nind ud jaati hai pyar ho jaata hai
aisi waisi baat nahi, choti moti baat nahin
yeh toh mohabbat hai, yahi ibadat hai

kabhi yeh pyar hai resham kabhi khushbu
kabhi mausam kabhi shola kabhi shabnam
kahin sargam kahin sangam kahin pritam kahin hamdam
isise tum isise hum
chahat ke rishte ka jo naam rakh do wahin ho jata hai
aankhon ke raste se dil mein utarkar dil kho jata hai
nind ud jati hai pyaar ho jata hai
aisi waisi baat nahin, chhoti moti baat nahin
yeh toh mohabbat hai, yahi ibadat hai

dhadak uthata hai chum chum
jubaan chup chup najar gumsum
yeh chahat ki nishaani hai
ise aankhein sunati hai ise aankhein samajhati hai
yeh aankhon ki kahani hai
baahon ki raahon mein koi dewana jab kho jata hai
aankhon ke raste se dil mein utarkar dil kho jata hai
nind ud jati hai pyaar ho jata hai
aisi waisi baat nahin, choti moti baat nahin
yeh toh mohabbat hai, yahi ibadat hai

aankhon ke raste se dil mein utarkar dil kho jaata hai
nind ud jaati hai pyar ho jaata hai
dil pe waar hota hai, phir ikraar hota hai
tanhai mein rote hain, jinako pyar hota hai

A wound to the heart, then a vow whispered,
In solitude, they weep, those who love.

No fleeting fancy, no trivial spark,
This is love, this is worship, in the dark.
No fleeting fancy, no trivial spark,
This is love, this is worship, leaving its mark.
Through eyes it enters, into the soul it descends, the heart lost,
Sleep flees, and love is born, at any cost.
No fleeting fancy, no trivial spark,
This is love, this is worship, from the start.

Sometimes silk, sometimes scent, this affection,
Sometimes season, sometimes flame, a sweet connection.
Sometimes music, sometimes confluence, sometimes beloved, sometimes friend,
From it you, from it, me, without end.
Whatever name you give the bond of longing is all the same, is all a blend,
Through eyes it enters, into the soul it descends, the heart lost,
Sleep flees, and love is born, at any cost.
No fleeting fancy, no trivial spark,
This is love, this is worship, a work of art.

The heart beats, kissing, its rhythm to feel,
Tongue silent, gaze obscured, secrets revealed.
This is the sign of desire, so true,
Eyes listen, eyes understand, seeing it through.
It’s a tale told by the eyes, forever new.
In the paths of arms, when a lover is lost,
Through eyes it enters, into the soul it descends, the heart lost,
Sleep flees, and love is born, whatever the cost.
No fleeting fancy, no trivial spark,
This is love, this is worship, a sacred spark.

Through eyes it enters, into the soul it descends, the heart lost,
Sleep flees, and love is born, at any cost.
A wound to the heart, then a vow confessed,
In solitude, they weep, who are blessed.