mohabbat rajjogam ki dasta hain
ye na jaana tha
jaha se jab chala majnu
to love par ye tarana tha

hasino pe jisko, aeji marna na aaya
gaya kaam se, ho gaya kaam se
ladkpan se hi pyar karna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se

mohabbat ki dariya se jo tharraya
kinare kinare jisne wo tha lagaya
mohabbat ki dariya se jo tharraya
kinare kinare jisne wo tha lagaya
jise dub kar fir ubharna na aaya
gaya kaam se, ho gaya kaam se
hasino pe jisko, ae ji marna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se

ye kyu chand nikla hanse kyu sitare
hanse kyu sitare
jaruri nahi hain hamko inke sahare
jaruri nahi hain hamko inke sahare
andhere me jisko sanwarna na aaya
gaya kaam se, ho gaya kaam se
hasino pe jisko, aeji marna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se

mohabbat hain majhab mohabbat imaam
mohabbat pe marta hain sachcha muslman
mohabbat pe marta hain sachcha muslman
khauf khuda se jise darna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se
hasino pe jisko, ae ji marna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se
ladkpan se hi pyar karna na aaya
gaya kaam se ho gaya kaam se

Love, a rhapsody of royal grace, a tale untold,
Never did I know,
When Majnu departed this world, a song upon his lips,
This refrain did flow.

He who could not, alas, die for beauty's art,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.
Love's tender touch, since childhood's start,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.

The one who trembled at love's ocean deep,
And only clung to the shores,
The one who trembled at love's ocean deep,
And only clung to the shores,
He who could not drown and rise anew,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.
He who could not, alas, die for beauty's art,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.

Why does the moon gleam, the stars all laugh?
The stars all laugh?
We need not their light, their fleeting staff,
We need not their light, their fleeting staff.
He who could not in darkness find his grace,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.
He who could not, alas, die for beauty's art,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.

Love, is the faith, love is the guide,
Love is the death of the true believer's stride,
Love is the death of the true believer's stride,
He who fear of God could never embrace,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.
He who could not, alas, die for beauty's art,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.
Love's tender touch, since childhood's start,
Failed the test, his purpose lost.