ho maine pyar kiya oy hoy kya jurm kiya
ho maine pyar kiya oy hoy kya jurm kiya
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
ho maine pyar kiya

thar-thar man mera kaape aankh meri sharmaye
o gore-gore tan par aaj pasina aaye
haye kaha tak dil sambhalu
tir sa chubha kaise nikalu ho
ho badh gayi aur dil ki betabi-betabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
ho maine pyar kiya

jab-jab unko dekhu aane lage angdayi
jab-jab unko dekhu aane lage angdayi
dhire-dhire aakhir band kali muskayi
dhire-dhire aakhir band kali muskayi
haye karu kya hosh nahi hai
ham kahi aur dil kahi hai ho
ho ban-ban dole umariya shababi-shababi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
ho maine pyar kiya

kya hai khataye meri aaj koi batlaye
ho kaun se dil ko toda kaun se dil tadpaye
pyar kiya hai pyar ko janu
aur koi insaf na manu ho
ho pyar ki har ada lajawabi-lajawabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
ho maine pyar

ho maine pyar kiya oy hoye kya jurm kiya
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi
in aankho ka rang ho gaya gulabi-gulabi
haye haye haye dil ki halat sharabi-sharabi

I loved, alas, what crime have I done?
I loved, alas, what crime have I done?
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
I loved.

My trembling heart, a quivering leaf,
My eyes, shy with a lover's grief.
On fair skin, sweat now does appear,
How long can I hold back my fear?
A dart has pierced, how to remove?
My heart's unrest is now in groove.
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red.
I loved.

Each time I see them, a languor descends,
Each time I see them, the body bends.
Slowly, the closed bud starts to bloom,
Slowly, the closed bud starts to bloom.
What to do, my senses lost,
My heart elsewhere, no matter the cost.
Youth's spirit wanders, intoxicated,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red.
I loved.

What are my faults, tell me today,
Whose heart have I broken, to make them sway?
I know love, I embrace its call,
And no other justice will enthrall.
Each act of love, a brilliant plea,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red.
I loved.

I loved, alas, what crime have I done?
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.
These eyes now bloom, blush rose-red,
My heart, alas, a drunken thread.