ishq ki aankh me haya hi nahi
ishq se badhke badduaa hi nahi
hai kaha dard ye pata hi nahi
ishq ke rog ki dawa hi nahi
yara yara zamane ishq hai ye
jane jana daastan ishq hai ye
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq

kahar hai maut hai saza hai ishq
saza hai ishq
mujhse puchho to, mujhse puchho to
puchho to ek bala hai ishq, bala hai ishq
unko tasvire gam dikha dena

jo bahut puchhte hai kya hai ishq
jo bahut puchhte hai kya hai ishq
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq

mana ye ishq dil dukhata hai
ashq deta hai ji jalata hai
ishq me maut bhi to mumkil hai
phir bhi marne me maza aata hai
phir bhi marne me maza aata hai

ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq

ha ye dil ki lagan is lagan ka kya kar le
dil se lag gayi tab se lagan lagaai hai
shamma to mom ke badan ke siva kuch bhi na thi
sanam ne aag lagai to jaan aayi hai

tune yu murade ishq mujhse sanam kah dala
tere bolo pe meri jaan pyar aaya hai
tune jo jane wafa pyar ka ikrar kiya
mujhko ab jake meri jaan karar aaya hai
mujhko ab jake meri jaan karar aaya hai

ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq
ye hai ishq ishq ishq ishq
ye hai ishq

In Love's eyes, modesty is lost,
No curse surpasses Love's harsh cost.
Where dwells this ache, I cannot trace,
No cure exists for Love's disease.

Friends, oh friends, the world's desire,
Beloved, this is Love's pyre.
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.

A torturer, death, a sentence dire,
Love is the sentence, set afire.
Ask me, if you dare to know,
A curse, a plague, Love’s bitter woe.
Show them the portraits of despair,

Those who question, "What is Love?"
Those who question, "What is Love?"
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.

Though Love wounds the heart, it's true,
Gives tears, and burns the spirit through.
In Love, death itself may bloom,
Yet dying, oh, there's sweet perfume.
Yet dying, oh, there's sweet perfume.

This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.

Ah, the heart's devotion, what can it do?
Since Love's embrace, the passion grew.
The candle was but wax, a form,
But when the beloved set Love's storm, life did bloom.

You spoke to me, my love, of Love's decree,
Your words, my life, embraced by thee.
When you, my soulmate, Love did confess,
My life found solace, blessed.
My life found solace, blessed.

This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.
This is Love, Love, Love, Love,
This is Love.