is jaha ka pyar jhutha yar ka ikrar jhutha
ha bhi jhuthi na bhi jhuthi sara karobar jhutha
is jaha ka pyar jhutha yar ka ikrar jhutha
pahle khat likhte the aashik apne dil ke khun se
ab to khusbu itar ki aane lagi hai us majmun se
ha ha us majmun se dil ka har diwar jhutha
maut ka bhi pyar jhutha ha bhi jhuthi na bhi jhuthi
sara karobar jhutha is jaha ka pyar jhutha
yar ka ikrar jhutha

ghumti firti hai ghumti firti hai laila
ab to motar car me ab to motar car me
or cycle pe miya majnu mile bazar me
ho uth or mahmil kaha ab to hotel hai miya
jab masuri ko chali jati hai shiri june me
to miya farhad aa jate hai dehradhun me
ab na tesha na pahad ishq ka gulshan ujad
ful jhute khar jhuthe pyar ka guljar jhutha
pyar ka guljar jhutha ha bhi jhuthi na bhi jhuthi
sara karobar jhutha is jaha ka pyar jhutha
yar ka ikrar jhutha

ab kaha wo pahle jaise dilbari ke rang bhi
haye dilbari ke rang bhi kya se kya ho gaye
ab aashiqi ke dhang bhi ishq ke rang bhi
dilbari ke rang bhi ishq ka izhar bhi jhutha
ha bhi jhuthi na bhi jhuthi sara karobar jhutha
is jaha ka pyar jhutha yar ka ikrar jhutha

The world's love, a fleeting lie, a lover's vow, a fading sigh.
Yes, a lie, no, a lie, all business bound in vain.
The world's love, a fleeting lie, a lover's vow, a fading sigh.
Lovers once wrote with blood of hearts, a crimson plea,
Now, a perfumed scent, a fragrant deceit, from that very one, you see.
Yes, from that deceitful one, every wall within the heart, a sham.
Even death's embrace, a lie, yes, a lie, no, a lie, all the same.
All business bound in vain, the world's love, a fleeting lie,
a lover's vow, a fading sigh.

Laila now, she whirls and spins, she turns and turns,
In a motor car now, in a motor car, she yearns.
And Majnu on a bicycle, in the bustling bazaar, they meet.
Where are the camel rides now? Hotels the only retreat.
When she journeys to Mussoorie, in the month of June,
Farhad arrives in Dehradun, beneath the moon.
No more the mountains, no Tisha's embrace, love's garden, now defaced.
Flowers false, thorns untrue, love's blossom, a fading hue.
Love's blossom, a fading hue, yes, a lie, no, a lie, all the same.
All business bound in vain, the world's love, a fleeting lie,
a lover's vow, a fading sigh.

Where are the colors of love, the passion of yore?
Ah, the colors of love, what they have become, what's in store?
The ways of love now, the hues of desire,
The colors of love, love's declaration, a lie.
Yes, a lie, no, a lie, all business bound in vain.
The world's love, a fleeting lie, a lover's vow, a fading sigh.