arey, ek fariyadi hazir hai
ha ek fariyadi hazir hai dilbar ke darbar me
pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me
ho pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me
ha ek fariyadi hazir hai dilbar ke darbar me
pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me
ho pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me

sah na paya haye wo sitam
sah na paya wo sitam haye pathar dil mahbub ke
sah na paya wo sitam, pathar dil mahbub ke
ek kuwara mar gaya jamuna ji me dub ke
jamuna ji me dub ke are tum pad lena
tum pad lena ye khabar kal subah akhbar me
pyare tere hoye pyare tere pyar me
lut gaye hum bazar me
pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me

ho lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye hum
ho lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye hum
pyare tere pyar me, pyare tere pyar me
hey, pyare tere pyar me, pyare tere pyar me

char kadam to sath chal meri bahe tham kar
i like you i dont i love you i dont
lekar mera nam tu mujhko na badnam kar
hey,lekar mera nam tu mujhko na badnam kar
thoda sa ikrar hai tere is inkar me
char kadam to sath chal meri bahe tham kar
i like you i dont i love you i dont
ho lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye hum
ho lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye lut gaye hum

gum ke kante ban gaye haste phul bahar ke
gum ke kante ban gaye haste phul bahar ke
lede ke to char din hote hai bas pyar ke
wo bhi jalim bit gaye wo bhi jalim bit gaye tere intazar me
pyare tere, hey pyare tere pyar me lut gaye hum bazar me
pyare tere pyar me, lut gaye hum bazar me
ya dil dede ya jinda chinwade tu diwar me
pyare tere pyar me, lut gaye hum bazar me
pyare tere pyar me, lut gaye hum bazar me

Behold, a supplicant kneels,
before the beloved's court.
In your love, dear, we were lost,
forsaken in the market's sport.
In your love, dear, we were lost,
forsaken in the market's sport.

Unbearable, alas, the cruelties,
the heart of stone, the lover's art.
Unbearable, alas, the cruelties,
the heart of stone, that tears apart.
A maiden drowned in Yamuna's flow,
in that dark, silent, watery tomb.
Read, I implore, read this news,
tomorrow, in the morning's gloom.
In your love, oh dear, in your love,
we were lost, forsaken in the market's gloom.
In your love, dear, we were lost,
forsaken in the market's sport.

Lost we are, lost we are, lost, lost.
Lost we are, lost we are, lost, lost.
In your love, dear, in your love,
in your love, dear, in your love.

Walk with me, four steps, hand in hand,
I like you, I don't, I love you, I don't.
Don't speak my name, don't tarnish my name,
don't ruin me with your words, don't.
A hint of yes, in your denial's game.
Walk with me, four steps, hand in hand,
I like you, I don't, I love you, I don't.
Lost we are, lost we are, lost, lost.
Lost we are, lost we are, lost, lost.

Sorrow's thorns, where blossomed spring,
become the flower's painful sting.
We are left with but a fleeting bloom,
a love that fades in waiting's tomb.
In your love, oh dear, in your love,
we were lost, forsaken in the market's gloom.
In your love, dear, we were lost,
forsaken in the market's sport.
Give me your heart, or brick me in,
in the walls that love has torn.
In your love, dear, we were lost,
forsaken in the market's sport.