ye aankho se shuru hui, bina kuch kahe
ye pahunchi kaise dil tak chupke se
ye hui heer-ranjha ko sar pe chhai
ye romoiyo-julet ko bhi kitna radapaai
bemausam ye aaye, nahi kabhi bhi ye jaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

ae ishq kabhi bhi ho jaye
chahe din me chahe rato me
yaade unki aa jaati hai
bhigi bhigi barsaaton me
raato me barsaaton me
barsaaton me raato me, raato me raato me
bemausam ye aaye, nahi kabhi bhi ye jaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

koi kahe ishq koi pyar kahe
naam iske kitane saare hain
isme kitano ko chot lagi
ha saare ishq ke maare hain
maare ishq ke saare hain
ha saare ishq ke maare hain, maare hain maare hain
ye aaye nahi jaaye, bada jor jor tadapaye
ye badi purani chiz mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain
mohabbat hain mohabbat hain
ye pyar ishq chahat hain
ye pyaar ishq chahat hain, mohabbat hain

From the eyes it began, unspoken, unheard,
How it crept to the heart, a whispered word.
Like Heer-Ranjha, it crowned, a royal plight,
Romeo and Juliet, consumed by its light.
Unseasoned it blooms, never does it depart,
This ancient, enduring thing, is love in the heart.
Love it is, love it is,
This love, passion, desire is,
Love, passion, desire is, love.
Love it is, love it is,
This love, passion, desire is,
Love, passion, desire is, love.

Oh, love can strike at any hour,
In daylight's blaze or midnight's power.
Their memories surface, a bittersweet art,
In the rain-soaked nights, tearing the heart.
In nights, in the rains,
In the rains in these nights, in the nights, in the nights.
Unseasoned it blooms, never does it depart,
This ancient, enduring thing, is love in the heart.
Love it is, love it is,
This love, passion, desire is,
Love, passion, desire is, love.

Some call it love, some call it desire,
So many names it does acquire.
So many wounded, by its cruel hand,
Yes, all are lost, by love’s command.
Lost, by love, all are,
Yes, all are lost, by love, lost, lost.
It arrives, never leaves, a torment so grand,
This ancient, enduring thing, is love in the land.
Love it is, love it is,
This love, passion, desire is,
Love, passion, desire is, love.
Love it is, love it is,
This love, passion, desire is,
Love, passion, desire is, love.