mohbbat, mohbbat
mohbbat, mohbbat
mohbbat naam hai kiska
shuru kaha se hoti hai
mohbbat naam hai kiska
shuru kaha se hoti hai
kiya kisne ise paida
khatam kaha pe hoti hai
mohbbat naam hai man
shuru aankho se hoti hai
mohbbat naam hai man
shuru aankho se hoti hai
kiya dil ne ise paida
khatam sanso pe hoti hai
mohbbat han, mohbbat han

mohbbat me ye mitha dard sa
kyun dil me hota hai
yahi to pyar hai janam
ki dil hans hans ke rota hai
koi puchhe to kya batlaye
hoti hai mohbbat kya
ye wo anmol tofa hai
khuda sabko nahi deta
ye wo anmol tofa hai
khuda sabko nahi deta
mohbbat wo ibadat hai
jo dil walo se hoti hai
mohbbat wo ibadat hai
jo dil walo se hoti hai
kiya dil ne ise paida
khatam sanso pe hoti hai
mohbbat naam hai man
shuru aankho se hoti hai
mohbbat han, mohbbat han

mohbbat kya hai kaisi hai
ye aakhir kya fasana hai
mohbbat ek jaadu hai
mohbbat ek karishma
mohbbat kaisi hai jo dil ke
ander bhi hai bahar bhi
ye sola bhi hai sabnam bhi
ye shisha bhi hai patthar bhi
ye sola bhi hai sabnam bhi
ye shisha bhi hai patthar bhi
ye dil ki aag hai aisi
jo bas ashqo se hoti hai
ye dil ki aag hai aisi
jo bas ashqo se hoti hai
kiya dil ne ise paida
khatam sanso pe hoti hai
mohbbat naam hai kiska
shuru kaha se hoti hai
mohbbat, mohbbat
mohbbat, mohbbat

Love, love,
Love, love,
Whose name is love?
Where does it begin?
Whose name is love?
Where does it begin?
Who brought it into being?
Where does it end?
Love, the name of the heart,
Begins with the eyes,
Love, the name of the heart,
Begins with the eyes,
Born of the heart,
It ends with the breath.
Love, yes, love, yes.

In love, this sweet ache,
Why does it live in the heart?
This, my beloved, is love,
That the heart laughs and weeps.
If someone asks, what can I say,
What is this love?
It is a priceless gift,
That God does not give to all.
It is a priceless gift,
That God does not give to all.
Love is a devotion,
That comes from the hearts,
Love is a devotion,
That comes from the hearts,
Born of the heart,
It ends with the breath.
Love, the name of the heart,
Begins with the eyes,
Love, yes, love, yes.

What is love, how is it,
What is this tale in the end?
Love is a magic,
Love is a miracle.
How is love, that inside the heart,
Is also the spring?
It is fire, it is dew,
It is glass and also stone.
It is fire, it is dew,
It is glass and also stone.
This is a fire of the heart,
That only from tears, is born.
This is a fire of the heart,
That only from tears, is born.
Born of the heart,
It ends with the breath.
Whose name is love?
Where does it begin?
Love, love,
Love, love.