dekh le pyar me kaisa maza hai
jeet ho ya haar ho dono mein nasha hai
dekh le pyar me kaisa maza hai
jeet ho ya haar ho dono mein nasha hai
haye dekh le pyar mein

pyar tera aisa basa hai nas nas mein
najro pe kabu hai na dil mere bas mein
pyar tera pyar tera aisa basa hai nas nas mein
najro pe kabu hai na dil mere bas mein
bahke kadam hai aankho mein masti
piye bina hi nasha hai
dekh le pyar me kaisa maza hai
jeet ho ya haar ho dono mein nasha hai
haye dekh le pyar mein

tu jo jara ruthe to dil mera tute
tute huye dil se bhi pyar nahi chhute
tu jo jara tu jo jara ruthe to dil mera tute
tute huye dil se bhi pyar nahi chhute
tera sitam ho chahe karm ho
dono mein bada maja hai
dekh le pyar me kaisa maza hai
jeet ho ya haar ho dono mein nasha hai
haye dekh le pyar mein

pyar mein hai dono milan bhi jalan bhi
kabhi kabhi mel to kabhi anban bhi
pyar mein hai pyar mein hai dono milan bhi jalan bhi
kabhi kabhi mel to kabhi anban bhi
ye jo nahi to kuch bhi nahi
ulfat mein fir kya nasha hai
dekh le pyar me kaisa maza hai
jeet ho ya haar ho dono mein nasha hai
haye dekh le pyar mein

Behold, the joy of love's embrace,
In victory or loss, a drunken space.
Behold, the joy of love.

Your love, a river in my veins does flow,
My eyes no longer see, my heart won't know
Your love, your love, a river in my veins,
My eyes no longer see, my heart remains.
My steps now falter, madness in my eyes,
Intoxicated, without a wine's disguise.
Behold, the joy of love's embrace,
In victory or loss, a drunken space.
Behold, the joy of love.

If you should turn away, my heart will break,
Yet from the shattered pieces, love I take.
If you, if you should turn, my heart will break,
Yet from the shattered pieces, love I take.
Your cruelty or kindness, both the same,
In either state, a joyful, burning flame.
Behold, the joy of love's embrace,
In victory or loss, a drunken space.
Behold, the joy of love.

Love holds both union and a burning sting,
Sometimes accord, sometimes discord does bring.
Love holds, love holds, both union and a sting,
Sometimes accord, sometimes discord will sing.
Without these clashes, life is bare and cold,
In this affection, what joy to behold.
Behold, the joy of love's embrace,
In victory or loss, a drunken space.
Behold, the joy of love.