kisi ne ishq waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
ki inki dosti se to hain, inki dushmani achchi
ki inki dosti se to hain, inki dushmani achchi
kisi ne husn waalo
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
na inki dosti achchi, na inki dushmani achchi
na inki dosti achchi, na inki dushmani achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye

aa aa aa aa bade masum ban ke
bade masum ban ke, ye nigahe chaar karte hain
nigahe chaar karte hain, ye gar vyvhaar karten hain
ye tarif hain inki, yhi tarif hain inki
o ye le lete hain uske jaan, jise ye pyaar karte ahin
ye le lete hain uske jaan, jise ye pyaar karte ahin
jise ye pyaar karte ahin , jise ye pyaar karte ahin
lagi inki nigaho ki
lagi inki nigaho ki, nahi hoti kabhi achchi
lagi inki nigaho ki, nahi todi kabhi achchi
na inki dosti aachchi, na inka dushmani achchi
kisi ne ishq waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
kisi ne ishq waalo ke liye

aa aa aa aa bja iljaam inka hay
bja iljaam inka, ham kaha inkar karte hain
milake aankh lekin ham
milake aankh lekin, kya bhala sarkaar karten hain
ki inke chahane wale, na jeete hain na marte hain
o kuchh aisa haal unka, ye hanshi dildaar karten hain
o kuchh aisa haal unka, ye hanshi dildaar karten hain
hanshi dildaar karten hain, hanshi dildaar karten hain
aji inse sakht saahab salamat
sahab salamat, dur ki achchi
aji inse sakht saahab salamat, dur ki achchi
na inki dosti achchi, na inki dushmani achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye

aa aa aa aa
ye pahle to vafadari se, daaman thaam lete hain
hamara naam sau sau baar, subaho shaam lete hain
magar fir jab koi nadan, inse pyaar kar baithe
ho to aksar bevafai se hi, ye to kaam lete hain
to aksar bevafai se hi, ye to kaam lete hain
ye to kaam lete hain, kaam lete hain
na hote ye to, ye duniya
to ye duniya, aji hoti badi achchi
naa hote ye to ye duniya, aji hoti badi achchi
ki inki dosti se to hain inki dushmani achchi
kisi ne ishq waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
kisi ne ishq waalo ke liye

aa aa aa aa wafa ye aap karten hain
wafa ye aap karten hain, hamara naam lete hain
bade chalak hain ye
bad echalak hain ye to, kaha iljaam lete hain
kahe ham aur kya tauba, kare iljaam lete hain
ho khuda ko bhul jaate hain, jo inka naam lete hain
khuda ko bhul jaten hain, jo inka naam lete hain
jo inka naam lete hain, jo inka naam lete hain
ye sach hain ki nahi hoti
nahi hoti hontho, ki bandagi achchi
ye sach hain ki nahi hoti, hontho ki bandagi achchi
na inki dosti achchi, na inki dushmani achchi
na inki dosti achchi, na inki dushmani achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi
kisi ne husn waalo ke liye, kaisi kahi achchi

For lovers of love, a truth was spun,
Better their hate, than bonds begun.
For those of beauty, a whispered plea,
Neither their friendship, nor strife, for me.

With innocence they cast their gaze,
Those glances, in their subtle ways.
Their praise, a snare, a gilded cage,
They steal the life of love's young page.
The life they claim, the love they seize,
A fatal touch that never frees.
Their gaze, a wound that won't abate,
Their friendship's curse, their hate's dark fate.
Neither their friendship, nor strife, for me.
For lovers of love, a truth was spun.

Their fault we bear, though we deny,
With eyes that meet, what good comes nigh?
Their devotees, neither win nor die,
Such is the plight, as smiles belie.
They, charming hearts, with cruel design,
From their embrace, a distant line.
Far better kept, a wary space,
Their friendship's curse, their hate's disgrace.
Neither their friendship, nor strife, for me.
For those of beauty, a whispered plea.

First, with fidelity, they bind,
Our name they call, in heart and mind.
But when the fool, with love entwined,
Their faithless deeds, we always find.
Their faithless deeds, their bitter trade,
The broken vows, the dreams betrayed.
The world, without their subtle art,
Would surely heal a broken heart.
Better their hate, than bonds begun.
For lovers of love, a truth was spun.

They show devotion, as they name,
Our very souls, within their game.
So cunning, they, to shield from blame,
What more can we say, consumed by flame?
They forget God, for love's sweet lure,
Who speak their name, forever sure.
A truth confessed, in whispers low,
Their lips' sweet praise, a poisoned flow.
Neither their friendship, nor strife, for me.
For those of beauty, a whispered plea.