bada rangi fasana hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
jawani ka tarana
jawani ka tarana hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
hansi gham ki udana hain
mohabbat jisako kahten hain
tadap kar muskurana
tadap kar muskurana hain
mohabbat jisako kahten hain

mohabbat maikada hai jaam hain
saagar hain mina hain
mohabbat bekhudi hain tadap hain
masti hain jeena hain
ye masti hain jeena hain
nashe me dagmagana
nashe me dagmagana hain
mohabbat jisako kahten hain
hansi gham ki udana hain
mohabbat jisako kahten hain

mohabbat julm hain joro jafa hain
ranj hai gham hain
kafat hain dard hain fariyad hain
khushiyo ka mausam
ye khushiyo ka mausam hain
tadpana talmalana
tadpana talmalana
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
bada rangi fasana hain
mohabbat jisko kahte hain

mohabbat me jo koso hil hain
kashti ka kinara hain
bada dilkash dilasa hain
bada rangi sahara hain
jo aksar tut jata hain
mohabbat wo sahara hain
nahi is lahar ko sahil
ye kashti bekinara hain
ye kashti bekinara hain
bhanwar me dub jana
bhanwar me dub jana hain
mohabbat jisko kahaten hain
nayi manjil ko pana hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
bada rangi fasana hain
mohabbat jisko kahte hain

jawani ka tarana
jawani ka tarana hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain
mohabbat jisko kahten hain

A vibrant tale, they say,
Is love, the word we play.
A youth's sweet melody,
A youth's sweet melody.
Is love, the word we say.
To laugh off sorrow's blight,
Is love, the word we cite.
To yearn and smile so bright,
To yearn and smile so bright,
Is love, the word's soft light.

Love is a tavern, a brimming glass,
An ocean, a vessel's mass.
Love is oblivion, a searing ache,
A joyous, living break.
To stagger in intoxication's hold,
To stagger in intoxication's hold,
Is love, a story told.
To laugh off sorrow's hold,
Is love, a story told.

Love is a cruelty, a forceful blow,
A torment, a grief, a woe.
A burden, a pain, a desperate plea,
A season of ecstasy.
To writhe and thrash and bleed,
To writhe and thrash and bleed,
Is love, the heart's creed.
A vibrant tale, they say,
Is love, the word we play.

In love, a shore for vessels tossed,
A comfort found, however lost.
A dazzling promise, a vibrant guide,
A hand that often slips aside.
Love, the solace, often missed,
The shore that the waves resist.
This craft, bereft of land,
This craft, bereft of land,
To drown within the swirl,
To drown within the swirl,
Is love, the world's twirl.
To find a new horizon's call,
Is love, embracing all.
A vibrant tale, they say,
Is love, the word we play.

A youth's sweet melody,
A youth's sweet melody.
Is love, the word we greet.
Is love, the word we meet.
Is love, the word's sweet heat.