is pyar ne rahat ha is pyar ne rahat se
begana bana dhala arman bhare dil ko
virana bana dhala arman bhare dil ko

kis haal me rehta hu ab unki bala jane
diwana banana tha diwana banana tha
diwana bana dhala diwana banana tha
diwana bana dhala is pyar ne rahat se

malum to ho jata kya dard judai hai
kyo unko bhi ulfat ne mujhsa na bana dhala
kyo unko bhi ulfat ne kismat ne diya
us shama ki auro ko
jalne ke liye mujhsa parvana bana dala
jalne ke liye mujhsa parvana bana dala
parvana bana dala is pyar ne rahat se
begana bana dhala is pyar ne rahat se

This love, yes, this love, with a balm so sweet,
Made a stranger of a heart once full of dreams,
Turned a desert of a heart overflowing with longing.

In what state I now dwell, only she knows,
To make a madman was the intent,
To make a madman was the fate,
This love, with a balm so sweet, made a madman of me.

To die, to be crushed, what is separation's ache?
Why did love not make her like me,
Why did love not gift her the same fate?
To that flame, to others,
For burning, a moth like me was made,
For burning, a moth like me was made,
A moth was I made by this love, with a balm so sweet,
Made a stranger by this love, with a balm so sweet.