ae ji mohabbat kisko kahte hai
mohabbat kaisi hoti hai
kisi par marne walo ki
tabiyat kaisi hoti hai
aji humse pucchiye

kiski ko dekh ke dil ka kisi pe aa jana
najar me aake zara dil se dil ka takrana
khushi se dil ki umango ka khil ke lahrana
magar jo baat hai dil ki use na kah pana
kisi ki shokh nigaho ka jhuk ke sharmana
inhi adao se banta hai ik afsana
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
jigar me haye
jigar me ui
jigar me dard uthta hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai

najar se dil ke ishare kalam karte hai
ye teer wo hai jo chupke se kaam karte hai
aji hasino ka sab ehatram karte hai
gurur wale bhi inko salam karte hai
magar jo marke mohabbat me naam karte hai
wo husn walo ko apna gulam karte hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
jigar me haye
jigar me ui
jigar me dard uthta hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai

najro me saikado armaan jaag uthte hai
jigar me dard ke paikane jaag uthte hai
kisi ke pyar ke ehsaan jaag uthte hai
naye fasane ke unwaan jaag uthte hai
kayamato ke ye saman jaag uthte hai
hazzaro aur bhi tufan jaag uthte hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
jigar me haye
jigar me ui
jigar me dard uthta hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai

kisi hasin ka didar ho hi jata hai
najar ka dil pe zara war ho hi jata hai
lade migahe to ikraar ho hi jata hai
najar mile to zara pyar ho hi jata hai
najar se pyar ka ijhaar ho hi jata hai
nasha ye aisa hai sarkar ho hi jata hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
jigar me haye
jigar me ui
jigar me dard uthta hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
tamanna dil me roti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai
mohabbat isko kahte hai
mohabbat aisi hoti hai

Tell me, what is love truly?
What is its essence?
The ones who die within it,
What becomes of their heart's cadence?
Ask us, and we will tell.

To see a face, and feel the heart take flight,
To have gazes meet, where souls ignite,
The heart's elation, blossoming in light,
But the heart's true yearning, never spoken quite,
A shy blush, a sweet glance, averted from sight,
From such gestures, a legend takes its birth,
That is what love is.
That is what love is.
Love is such a thing.
Love is such a thing.
Oh, in the soul,
Oh, in the soul,
Pain awakens in the core,
Desire weeps within the fold.
That is what love is.
That is what love is.

From the eyes, the heart's signals are penned,
These are arrows, secretly they descend,
They honor the fair, and their grace extend,
Even the proud, their reverence they lend,
But those who, in love's fire, their names transcend,
Make the beautiful, their devoted friend.
That is what love is.
That is what love is.
Love is such a thing.
Love is such a thing.
Oh, in the soul,
Oh, in the soul,
Pain awakens in the core,
Desire weeps within the fold.
That is what love is.
That is what love is.

In the gaze, a hundred hopes arise,
In the soul, the daggers of sorrow surprise,
The echoes of love's tenderness, they arise,
New tales unfold, beneath the skies,
A prelude of the end, before our eyes,
And a thousand storms start to mobilize.
That is what love is.
That is what love is.
Love is such a thing.
Love is such a thing.
Oh, in the soul,
Oh, in the soul,
Pain awakens in the core,
Desire weeps within the fold.
That is what love is.
That is what love is.

The vision of beauty, it will always be,
The heart will feel the gaze's decree,
Eyes will clash, and an agreement will appear,
When eyes meet, love will be near,
The heart's expression of love, will always be,
That is what love is.
Love is such a thing.
Love is such a thing.
Oh, in the soul,
Oh, in the soul,
Pain awakens in the core,
Desire weeps within the fold.
That is what love is.
Love is such a thing.