payaam-e-ishq muhabbat hame pasand nahi
payaam-e-ishq muhabbat hame pasand nahi
ye dillagi ye sharaarat hame pasand nahi

bajaa nahi thaa izahaar beqaraari ka
lihaaz kuchh to kiya hota pardaadaari ka
haya se itni bagaavat hame pasand nahi
payaam-e-ishq muhabbat hame pasand nahi

hami ko hans ke sitaaro ne bhi nahi dekha
hami ko hans ke sitaaro ne bhi nahi dekha
nazar mila ke bahaaro ne bhi nahi dekha
kisi nigaah se dilat hame pasand nahi
ye dillagi ye sharaarat hame pasand nahi

jo takht-o-taaj ke vaaris hai unka pyaar hi kya
badalane vaali nigaaho kaa aitabaar hi kya
hazur ki ye inaayat hame pasand nahi
payaam-e-ishq muhabbat hame pasand nahi

The whisper of love, I find it untrue,
The whisper of love, it holds no lure,
These games of the heart, I bid adieu.

The haste of your longing, a truth misplaced,
A veil of modesty, you should have embraced,
Such defiance of shame, I can't pursue,
The whisper of love, I find it untrue.

The stars themselves, they have not smiled on me,
The stars themselves, their gaze I do not see,
The spring's bright eyes, they turn away,
A heart that’s lost, these games delay,
These games of the heart, I bid adieu.

For those who inherit thrones and crowns,
Their love, a fleeting shadow, it drowns,
And trust in eyes that change their hue,
Your kind of favour, I can't imbue,
The whisper of love, I find it untrue.