ye din kyo nikalata hai, ye raat kyo hoti hai
ye pid kahaan se uthati hai, ye ankh kyo roti hai
mohabbat hai kya chiz
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki, kisne shuru ki, hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki, kisne shuru ki, hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz, mohabbat hai kya chiz

sham tak tha ek bhavra phul par mandla raha
raat hone par kamal ki pankhudi me band tha
kaid se chhuta subah to hamne pucha kya hua
kuch na bola, kuch na bola
kuch na bola apni dhun me bas yahi gaata raha
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz, mohabbat hai kya chiz

bahakta hai badan kaise, sulagati hai ye saanse kyo
ye kaise aag hoti hai, pighalati hai ye shama kyo
bahakta hai badan kaise, sulagati hai ye saanse kyo
ye kaise aag hoti hai, pighalati hai ye shama kyo
jal uthi shama to machal kar parvana aa gaya
aag ke daman me apne aap ko lipata diya
hamne puchha dusare ki aag me rakha hai kya
kuch na bola, kuch na bola
kuch na bola apni dhun me bas yahi gaata raha
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz, mohabbat hai kya chiz

nasha hota hai kaisa, bahkate hai kadam kaise
najar kuch bhi nahi aata, ye masti kaisi hoti hai
ek din guzare jo ham, mayakde ke mod se
ek mayakash ja raha tha may se rishta jod ke
hamne puchha kisliye tu umr bhar pita raha
kuch na bola, kuch na bola
kuch na bola apni dhun me bas yahi gaata raha
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz hamko batao
ye kisne shuru ki hame bhi sunao
mohabbat hai kya chiz, mohabbat hai kya chiz
mohabbat hai kya chiz

Why does the dawn unfurl, why does night descend?
From where does this ache arise, why do these eyes weep then?
What is this thing called Love?
Tell us, what is this thing?
Tell us, what is this thing?
Who began it, who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing called Love?
Who began it, who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing, what is this thing?

Until dusk, a bee had danced upon a bloom,
As night arrived, imprisoned in the lotus room.
Freed at morn, we asked, "What befell?"
It said nothing, nothing,
Nothing it said, but sang its own refrain,
What is this thing called Love?
Who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing, what is this thing?

How does the body sway, why do breaths ignite?
What is this fire, why does the candle melt in sight?
How does the body sway, why do breaths ignite?
What is this fire, why does the candle melt in sight?
When the candle blazed, a moth rushed in to play,
Wrapped itself within the fire's burning sway.
We asked, "What is it, what, that draws you to the blaze?"
It said nothing, nothing,
Nothing it said, but sang its own refrain,
What is this thing called Love?
Who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing, what is this thing?

What is this daze, how do feet go astray?
Nothing is seen, what is this ecstasy's way?
One day we passed a tavern's winding bend,
A drunkard walked, to drink's embrace would tend.
We asked, "Why drink your life away, again and again?"
It said nothing, nothing,
Nothing it said, but sang its own refrain,
What is this thing called Love?
Who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing called Love?
Who began it, tell us too, we pray.
What is this thing, what is this thing?
What is this thing?