oye hoye oye hoye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye, ishak da rog bura oye hoye
oye hoye ishak da rog bura oye hoye
o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye, o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye
o yaaro lag na kisiko jaaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye

gale me daale na phanda kisiki zulfo ka phanda
wo chaahe phaasi pe chad jaaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye
oye hoye ishak da rog bura oye hoye
o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye
ye tere bas ka kaam nahi ke aashiq tera naam nahi
tu chaahe geet ishak ke gaaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
aaye haaye agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye
to phir kis kaam jawani aaye

oye hoye oye hoye
nahi ye kagaj ye dil hai mitana baad me mushkil hai
na likhna is dil pe kuchh haaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye
oye hoye ishak da rog bura oye hoye
o rabba rog na ye lag jaaye
idhar aa naam tera likh de mere har ang pe tu aise
ke mera saara badan bhar jaaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
aaye haaye agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye
to phir kis kaam jawani aaye

mohabaat se tauba karlu ke dil ka main sauda karlu
ye sauda mehanga na pad jaaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye o rabba rog na ye lag jaye
oye hoye ishak da rog bura oye hoye
o rabba rog na ye lag jaye
ye rab ki baate rab jaane khabar kya ye dil kab jane
kisika deewaana ho jaaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
aaye haaye agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye
to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye o rabba rog na ye lag jaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye o rabba rog na ye lag jaye
agar ye ishk na ho aaye haaye to phir kis kaam jawani aaye
oye hoye aaye haaye, oye hoye aaye haaye
oye hoye aaye haaye, oye hoye aaye haaye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye, ishak da rog bura oye hoye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye, ishak da rog bura oye hoye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye, ishak da rog bura oye hoye
ishak da rog bura oye hoye, ishak da rog bura oye hoye

O, Hoy, O, Hoy
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, Hoy, the malady of love, a wretched woe
O, Hoy, the malady of love, a wretched woe
O, God, may this sickness not befall, O, God, may this sickness not befall
O, friends, may it touch no one at all
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?

Do not ensnare the neck with the noose of tresses' snare
Though it leads to the gallows' climb
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, God, may this sickness not befall
O, Hoy, the malady of love, a wretched woe
O, God, may this sickness not befall
This is not a task within your grasp, for you are not a lover in name
Though you sing the songs of love's desire
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
Ah, then, if this love does not arrive, ah, then
Of what use is youth's prime?

O, Hoy, O, Hoy
This heart is not paper, but flesh, erasing it later is a struggle
Do not write anything on this heart, alas
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, God, may this sickness not befall
O, Hoy, the malady of love, a wretched woe
O, God, may this sickness not befall
Come hither, write your name on every limb of me, as such
That my entire body may be filled
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
Ah, then, if this love does not arrive, ah, then
Of what use is youth's prime?

Shall I renounce love, or shall I trade my heart?
Lest this trade become too dear
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, God, may this sickness not befall
O, Hoy, the malady of love, a wretched woe
O, God, may this sickness not befall
These are the matters of the Lord, the Lord alone knows, what news does this heart know?
To become someone's devotee
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
Ah, then, if this love does not arrive, ah, then
Of what use is youth's prime?
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, God, may this sickness not befall
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
The malady of love, a wretched woe, O, God, may this sickness not befall
If this love does not arrive, ah, then, of what use is youth's prime?
O, Hoy, Ah, then, O, Hoy, Ah, then
O, Hoy, Ah, then, O, Hoy, Ah, then
The malady of love, a wretched woe, the malady of love, a wretched woe
The malady of love, a wretched woe, the malady of love, a wretched woe
The malady of love, a wretched woe, the malady of love, a wretched woe
The malady of love, a wretched woe, the malady of love, a wretched woe