bhari mahfil me kya aise kisi ka nam lete hai
mohabbat me kabhi to sabar se bhi kam lete hai
mohabbar rang lati hai janab aahista aahista
asar karti hai jaise ke sharab aahishta aahishta
mohabbar rang lati hai janab aahista aahista

koi sunle to ho jaye jamane bhar me ruswai
koi sunle to ho jaye jamane bhar me ruswai
ye bate kijiye hamse bate kijiye hamse
janab aahishta aahista asar karti hai jaise ke
sharab aahishta aahishta mohabbar rang lati hai
janab aahista aahista

najar milte hi saki se bahak jate the hum lekin
najar milte hi saki se bahak jate the hum lekin
hami peene lage hai hami peene lage hai
behisab aahista aahista asar karti hai jaise ke
sharab aahishta aahishta mohabbar rang lati hai
janab aahista aahista

sitamgar nam hai jinka bhala wo meharba kyu ho
sitamgar nam hai jinka bhala wo meharba kyu ho
uthane do hame rukh se uthane do hame rukh se
nakab aahishta aahishta asar karti hai jaise ke
sharab aahishta aahishta mohabbar rang lati hai
janab aahista aahista

In crowded halls, do lovers speak so loud?
In love's embrace, patience is the shroud.
Love blooms, my friend, with a tender grace,
Like wine's slow touch, it finds its place.
Love blooms, my friend, with a tender grace.

If whispered words should reach the world's keen ear,
Scandal blooms, and whispers turn to fear.
These secrets, share with me, and only me,
Like wine's slow touch, for you and me.
Love blooms, my friend, with a tender grace.

When eyes first met, my senses swayed and spun,
But now I drink, the victory is won.
I drink it deep, with no restraint,
Love blooms, my friend, the heart's complaint.

They whose name is cruelty, can they be kind?
Let me lift the veil, my love, you'll find.
Let me gaze upon your face,
Like wine's slow touch, in time and space.
Love blooms, my friend, with a tender grace.