is ishk me har aashik ko is ishk me har aashik ko
aag pe chalna padta hai is ishk me har aashik ko
aag pe chalna padta hai kabhi rang badlna padta hai
kabhi rup badlna padta hai is ishk me har aashik ko
aag pe chalna padta hai kabhi rang badlna padta hai
kabhi rup badlna padta hai is ishk me har aashik ko
aag pe chalna padta hai

sabke bas ka ye kaam nahi khas gam hai ye aam nahi
sabke bas ka ye kaam nahi khas gam hai ye aam nahi
yu to aashik hajaro hai kaish har ek ka naam nahi
kaish har ek ka naam nahi is ishk me har aashik ko
sar pe kafan yu bandh ke are ghar se niklna padta hai
kabhi rang badlna padta hai kabhi rup badlna padta hai
is ishk me har aashik ko aag pe chalna padta hai
is ishk me har aashik ko aag pe chalna padta hai

ha dur khwabo ki manjil hai manjil hai
ye safar kitna mushkil hai mushkil hai
dur khwabo ki manjil hai ye safar kitna mushkil hai
sochta kuch nahi lekin kaisa diwana ye dil hai
sochta kuch nahi lekin kaisa diwana ye dil hai
is ishk me har aashik ko sari umar in raho me
gir gir ke sambhlna padta hai
kabhi rang badlna padta hai kabhi rup badlna padta hai
is ishk me har aashik ko aag pe chalna padta hai
is ishk me har aashik ko aag pe chalna padta hai

In this love, each lover must tread,
upon a fire's burning bed.
In this love, each lover must bend,
change colors, and transcend.
In this love, each lover must mend,
change forms, and then extend.
In this love, each lover must ascend,
upon a fire's burning end.

Not for all, this daunting art,
a special sorrow tears the heart.
Not for all, this destined start,
a special sorrow plays its part.
Lovers abound, a countless throng,
but few are known, their names unsung.
Few are known, their stories long,
In this love, the brave must throng.
With a shroud upon the head,
from homes they venture, bravely led.
Change colors, fear is shed,
change forms, though hope has fled.
In this love, each lover is wed,
upon a fire's burning spread.
In this love, the words are said,
upon a fire's burning tread.

Far away, the dream's embrace,
a journey hard to trace.
Far away, time and space,
a journey, a weary race.
Though thought is lost, a silent plea,
how mad this heart can truly be.
Though thought is lost, wild and free,
how mad this heart is meant to be.
In this love, eternally,
on these paths, they fall, then see.
Through falls and rises, destiny,
they stumble, find serenity.
Change colors, wild and glee,
change forms, for all to see.
In this love, eternally,
upon a fire's destiny.
In this love, the souls agree,
upon a fire's mystery.