dil hoga to mil jayenge dildar hazaro
dil ke hai zamane me khariddar hazaro
dil hoga to mil jayenge dildar hazaro
dil ke hai zamane me khariddar hazaro

humne to bujargo se yahi bat suni hai
jo dur hasino se rahe wahi guni hai
pathar ka dil inka hai to lohe ka jigar hai
shishe ko bhi jo tod de wo inki nazar hai
dil me hai wafa inke na aankho me mohabbat hai
hoti hai hasino me nazakat ki nazakat
sangin the itne hum ke ab kuch nahi kahte
ab ishq me bekar ke gam hum nahi sahte
dil hoga to mil jayenge dildar hazaro
dil ke hai zamane me khariddar hazaro

tarif ki mashhur kitabo me likha hai
ek husn se jisne bhi yaha pyar kiya hai
bedard zamane ne use dard diya hai
pralaad bacha hai na mahiwal bacha hai
wo kahi raha kaid mohabbat ki zagal me
aur katal huya romiyo sahab ka chaman me
hum isliye ishq me rote nahi din rat
rakhte hai zamane se juda apne khayalat
dil hoga to mil jayenge dildar hazaro
dil ke hai zamane me khariddar hazaro

laila ji huyi bechal uljhe huye gesu
wo shok migaho se baraste huye jadu
jo ek nazar dekh le duniya se gujar jaye
jo maut se marte hai wo bhi bemaut hi mar jaye
mar jaye to koi mar jaye inki bala se
beraham hai aise darte khuda bhi
ye husn pe jo itraye huye hai
hum bhi na jhukenge ke kasam khaye huye hai
dil hoga to mil jayenge dildar hazaro
dil ke hai zamane me khariddar hazaro

If a heart beats, lovers abound,
A thousand buyers in this heart-shaped ground.
If a heart beats, lovers abound,
A thousand buyers in this heart-shaped ground.

From elders, this wisdom we've received,
From beauty's embrace, the wise have weaved
A path apart. Their hearts, like stone,
Their courage forged, on iron throne.
Their gaze, a shatter, of fragile glass,
No loyalty in hearts, no love to pass.
In beauty, no delicacy, no grace,
We were firm, now silent, in this space.
We shun the sorrows, of love's harsh sting,
If a heart beats, lovers will sing.
A thousand buyers in this heart-shaped ground.

In famous books, praise is laid,
He who loved beauty, a price he paid.
A pitiless world, gave sorrow's decree,
Neither Prahlad survived, nor Mahiwal, free.
Love's jungle bound him, a captive's plight,
Romeo slain, in the garden's light.
Thus, in love, we weep not night and day,
Our thoughts apart, in a separate way.
If a heart beats, lovers will sing,
A thousand buyers in this heart-shaped ground.

Laila, restless, hair undone and free,
Their mischievous glances, a sorcery.
One glance, a soul departs this shore,
Those who die from death, die more and more.
Let them die, their fate, we can't deny,
Merciless they are, even God would sigh.
They revel in beauty, its boastful reign,
We shall not bow, this vow we maintain.
If a heart beats, lovers will sing,
A thousand buyers in this heart-shaped ground.