itna to hamko bata de o rasiya
hota hai kaisa ye pyar
o rasiya hota hai kaisa ye pyar
itna to hamko bata de o rasiya
hota hai kaisa ye pyar
o rasiya hota hai kaisa ye pyar
are lakho kisam ki hoti mohabbat
iska na koi baal
o goriya lakho kism ka hai pyar

dil fek aashiq ki ye hai nishani
dekhi kahi par jo ladki
dil fek aashiq ki ye hai nishani
dekhi kahi par jo ladki
piche piche jate hai sitti bajate hai
piche piche jate hai sitti bajate hai
ladki ne dekha to bhadki
sari shararat hawa ho gayi
jo padne lagi fatkar
o goriya aisa bhi hota hai pyar
aise bahadur jo chede to dungi
juthi se akal sudhaar

Tell me, oh Beloved, if you know,
What is this thing they call love?
Oh Beloved, what is this love?
Tell me, oh Beloved, if you know,
What is this thing they call love?
Oh Beloved, what is this love?

A million faces does love possess,
No single strand to hold it fast,
Oh fair one, love wears a million masks.

The reckless lover, his mark he leaves,
Upon the maiden that he finds,
The reckless lover, his mark he leaves,
Upon the maiden that he finds.
He follows, whistles, makes his sound,
He follows, whistles, makes his sound,
Her gaze descends, a fiery blight,
All mischief scattered on the ground,
When scolding words begin to pour,
Oh fair one, such is love's cruel door.
If such a rogue should dare to tease,
I'll mend his mind with a false decree.