ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye, kis kadar chot khaye huve hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye, kis kadar chot khaye huve hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye, kis kadar chot khaye huve hai
maut ne hamko, ha maut ne hamko
maut ne hamko mara hai aur, ham jindagi ke sataye huve hai
maut ne hamko mara hai aur, ham jindagi ke sataye huve hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye

ae lahet apni mitti se kehde, daag lagne na paye kafan ko
ae lahet apni mitti se kehde, daag lagne na paye kafan ko
aaj hi hamne ho aaj hi hamne
aaj hi hamne badle hai kapde, aaj hi ham nahaye huye hai
aaj hi hamne badle hai kapde, aaj hi ham nahaye huye hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye

surkh ankho me kajal laga hai, rukh pe gaja sajaye huye hai
surkh ankho me kajal laga hai, rukh pe gaja sajaye huve hai
aise aaye hai ho aise aaye hai
aise aaye hai mayyat pe meri, jaise shadi me aaye huve hai
aise aaye hai mayyat pe meri, jaise shadi me aaye huve hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye

dusmano ki shikayat hamesha, dosto se gila kya karenge
dusmano ki shikayat hamesha, dosto se gila kya karenge
kat chuke jin ha kat chuke jin
kat chuke jin darfto ke patte, phir kaha unke saye huve hai
kat chuke jin darfto ke patte, phir kaha unke saye huve hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye, kis kadar chot khaye huve hai
maut ne hamko mara hai aur, ham jindagi ke sataye hue hai
ishk me ham tumhe kya bataye

How can I speak of love to you, of wounds I bear?
How can I speak of love?
How can I speak of love to you, of wounds I bear?
How can I speak of love, the depths I share?
Death has struck me, yes, death has struck me down,
While life itself, it haunts my every crown.
Death has struck me down, while life itself, it haunts my crown.
How can I speak of love?

Oh, grave, whisper to your earth, let not the shroud be stained,
Oh, grave, whisper to your earth, let not its purity be pained.
Today, just today,
Today I donned a fresh white gown, today I bathed, it rained.
Today I donned a fresh white gown, today I bathed, it rained.
How can I speak of love?

Kohl lines my crimson eyes, a blush upon my cheek,
Kohl lines my crimson eyes, a poppy my cheek.
They arrive, oh they arrive,
They come to my funeral, as if to a wedding I seek.
They come to my funeral, as if to a wedding I seek.
How can I speak of love?

Against enemies, I’ll always complain, with friends, no fault to speak,
Against enemies, I’ll always complain, with friends, no fault to seek.
The leaves have fallen, oh the leaves have fallen,
From trees that are now cut down, their shadows gone, weak.
From trees that are now cut down, their shadows gone, weak.
How can I speak of love to you, of wounds I bear?
Death has struck me down, while life itself, it haunts my crown.
How can I speak of love?