nazro se nazar ka takrana
aankho me kisi ka muskana
nazro se nazar ka takrana
aankho me kisi ka muskana
muska kar dil me utar aana
ek mitha dard sa ban jana
muska kar dil me utar aana
ek mitha dard sa ban jana
hay ban jana

kya isko mohabbat
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain
kya iska naam mohabbat hai
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain

nazro se nazar jab takrai
wo muskaye main sharmai
nazro se nazar jab takrai
wo muskaye main sharmai
tasvir banane wale ki
dil me tasvir utar aai
tasvir banane wale ki
dil me tasvir utar aai

kya isko mohabbat
kya isko mohabbat kahte hai
kya iska naam mohabbat hai
kya isko mohabbat kahte hai

dekho unke zanzir bane
masum ishare tir bane
tasvir kisi ki kya lete hum
dekh ke khud tasvir bane
tasvir bane

kya isko mohabbat
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain
kya iska naam mohabbat hai
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain

jab sab duniya so jati hai
khamosh faja ho jati hai
mujhe unka khayal aa jata hai
mujhe unki yaad satati hai
hay satati hai

kya isko mohabbat
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain
kya iska naam mohabbat hai
kya isko mohabbat kahte hain

When glances meet, a collision bright,
And in those eyes, a smile takes flight,
When glances meet, a collision bright,
And in those eyes, a smile takes flight,
That smile, descending to the heart's core,
A sweet ache, forevermore,
That smile, descending to the heart's core,
A sweet ache, forevermore,
Oh, to be that ache.

Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
Is this the name that love does bring?
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
When eyes first met, in a sudden gleam,
They smiled, and I blushed, a shy, sweet dream.
When eyes first met, in a sudden gleam,
They smiled, and I blushed, a shy, sweet dream.
The artist's image, a cherished art,
Descends, a picture, within the heart.
The artist's image, a cherished art,
Descends, a picture, within the heart.

Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
Is this the name that love does bring?
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
Their chains become my tenderest plea,
Innocent glances, arrows for me.
Why seek their image, how could it be?
Behold, I myself, their image, free.
Their image, I became.
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
Is this the name that love does bring?
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?

When all the world succumbs to sleep,
And silent winds their vigil keep,
Their thoughts arise, a gentle sway,
Their memory haunts me, night and day,
Oh, haunts me so.
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?
Is this the name that love does bring?
Is this, then, love's sweet sting?