sharab-e-ishk jati hai, pilayi bhi nahi jati
sharab-e shrab-e-ishk jati hai, pilayi bhi nahi jati
ye ho jati hai apne aap ulfat ki nahi jati
ye ho jati hai apne aap ulfat ki nahi jati

mere aankho me usne
pyar se jab dal di aankhe
aa nigaho me hi dil ki baat
dil se kah gayi aankhe
hai dekhi humne jis din se
iski shabnami aankhe
aa usi din se humari
intjari pe lagi aankhe
tamnna preet ki aji ha tamnna preet ki
tamnna preet ki aji ha tamnna preet ki
ha tamnna preet ki
fir se khadi bughati nahi jati
ye ho jati hai apne aap ulfat ki nahi jati
ye ho jati hai apne aap ulfat ki nahi jati

The wine of love descends, it's not poured, it simply flows.
The wine of love, it comes, unbidden, it just grows.
It blossoms on its own, this love, it can't be sown.
It blossoms on its own, this love, it can't be known.

When she met my gaze,
And love flowed from her eyes,
In those silent looks, the heart's own phrase,
Spoke volumes, no disguise.
Since the moment I saw,
Her dewy, glistening stare,
From that very day, I saw
Longing bloom beyond compare.
Desire for love, ah, yes, desire for love,
Desire for love, ah, yes, desire for love,
Yes, desire for love.
Again, it stands, it doesn't leave, it cannot move.
It blossoms on its own, this love, it can't be known.
It blossoms on its own, this love, it can't be sown.