mohabbat ne badal di halate kuch is tarah dil ki
manjil par pahuch ke bhi talash hamko hai manjil ki
kaha gam ne dil e nadan jara samjha karar aaya
huyi taqdeer ki uljhi huyi julfe sanwaar aaya
magar dil ne kaha haskar mohabbat nam hai gam ka
ye daulat kya mili ke badh gayi betabiya dil ki
ye daulat kya mili ke badh gayi betabiya dil ki
mohabbat ne badal di halate kuch is tarah dil ki

udhar is baat ka shikwa ke milne ko tadapte hai
idhar ye gam ke hasne se bhi aansu hi baraste hai
ajab tufa hai logo mohabbat naam hai jiska
khabardar unko kar dete magar vo hai

Love, a sculptor, remade my heart's core,
Arrived at haven, yet I crave still more.
Sorrow whispered, "O naive heart, find peace,"
Untangled fate's dark, silken, twisted fleece.
But my heart laughed, "Love is sorrow's guise,
What wealth is this, that fuels the soul's sighs?"
What wealth is this, that fuels the soul's sighs?
Love, a sculptor, remade my heart's core.

They yearn to meet, a burning, aching plea,
Yet laughter yields but tears for all to see.
A tempest named Love, a paradoxical art,
We warn them, yet they are the soul's own heart.