do baje aankh ladi teen baje pyar hua
char baje thoda thoda dil bekarar hua
do baje aankh ladi teen baje pyar hua
char baje thoda thoda dil bekarar hua
panch baje logo mera jina duswar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
do baje aankh ladi teen baje pyar hua
char baje thoda thoda dil bekarar hua

ye ladki thi shola thi sabnam hui
hame hai pata kiski janam hui
ye ladki thi shola thi sabnam hui
hame hai pata kiski janam hui
macha denge hum iski chahat ka shor
ke chalta nahi ishk pe koi zor
chah baje chum liya sajan ke nam ko
or love letter likha saat baje sham ko
aath baje tadapne lagi or dil bekarar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua

chehre pe gussa na takrar hai
bato me narmi ka izhar hai
chehre pe gussa na takrar hai
bato me narmi ka izhar hai
mohabbat ka jaud asar kar gaya
koi dil me aaya aur ghar kar gaya
no baje raat hui das baje kamal hua
gyarah baje tare gin gin bura hal hua
barah baje fir subah ka usko intzar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua
haye haye haye kyu pyar hua

At two, eyes met, a spark ignited,
At three, love bloomed, a heart invited.
At four, a tremor, a restless beat,
A whisper of longing, bittersweet.
At five, my world, a painful plight,
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark night?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark night?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark night?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark night?
At two, eyes met, a spark ignited,
At three, love bloomed, a heart invited.
At four, a tremor, a restless beat.

She was fire, now dew-kissed and mild,
We know now, whose beloved is styled.
She was fire, now dew-kissed and mild,
We know now, whose beloved is styled.
We’ll sing her praises, a love so bold,
For love’s own power can never be controlled.
At six, a kiss, for my love's dear name,
And a love letter, at the evening’s flame.
At eight, a longing, the heart's despair,
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark snare?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark snare?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark snare?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's dark snare?

No anger etched, no quarrel's sting,
Her words, a gentleness, soft they sing.
No anger etched, no quarrel's sting,
Her words, a gentleness, soft they sing.
Love's magic woven, its spell profound,
A presence entered, on hallowed ground.
At nine, the night, at ten, a wonder found,
At eleven, counting stars, with grief unbound,
At twelve, the dawn, her presence I'd surround,
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?
Oh, why, oh why, this love's deep ground?