tere piche tere piche firte firte ho gaya pura sal re
gore gore mukhde wali puch kabhi to hal re
tere piche firte firte ho gaya pura sal re
gore gore mukhde wali puch kabhi to hal re
ek sal me laga hai rone aashik bada kamal re
fira tha laila ke piche majnu to chaudah sal we

majnu tha aashik to laila ko bhi usse pyar tha
laila ko bhi usse pyar tha jo sacha
aashik milta to hamko kab inkar tha
hamko kab inkar tha aisi waisi
bato se na dilwalo ko darao re
tere piche firte firte ho gaya pura sal re
gore gore mukhde wali puch kabhi to hal re
ek sal me laga hai rone hai aashik bada kamal re
fira tha laila ke piche majnu to chodah sal we

teri tamanna karke hum ghar ke rahe na ghat ke
hum ghar ke rahe na ghat ke
faiyad heer ki khatir laya tha parwat kat ke
laya tha parwat kat ke
heer ke khatir dekho ranjha ban gaya mahiwal re
ek sal me laga hai rone aashik bada kamal re
fira tha laila ke piche majnu to chodah sal we
tere piche firte firte ho gaya pura sal re
gore gore mukhde wali puch kabhi to hal re

jao romio jao firte ho mare mare
kyu firte ho mare mare kyu
haye teri lat pyari yu ud kar mujhe
puakre kyu yu ud kar mujhe pukre kyu
pahle hi to pyar me tere hua mera ye hal re
tere piche tere piche firte firte ho gaya pura sal re
gore gore mukhde wali puch kabhi to hal re
ek sal me laga hai rone hai aashik bada kamal re
fira tha laila ke piche majnu to chodah sal we

A year I've wandered, chasing your ghost,
Oh, fair-faced beauty, will you inquire of my cost?
A year I've wandered, chasing your ghost,
Oh, fair-faced beauty, will you inquire of my cost?
A lover weeps, a year's a paltry sum,
Majnu, for Layla, fourteen years had become.

Majnu, a lover, and Layla, her heart knew,
Layla's heart knew, a love so true.
If love were found, would denial ensue?
Denial for us? Not in the least,
Don't frighten heart-folk with trivial feast.
A year I've wandered, chasing your ghost,
Oh, fair-faced beauty, will you inquire of my cost?
A lover weeps, a year's a paltry sum,
Majnu, for Layla, fourteen years had become.

Desiring you, I belong to no shore,
To no shore, I am sore.
Farhad, for Heer, carved mountains to pour,
Mountains he'd pour.
See Ranjha, for Heer, became a shepherd's chore.
A lover weeps, a year's a paltry sum,
Majnu, for Layla, fourteen years had become.
A year I've wandered, chasing your ghost,
Oh, fair-faced beauty, will you inquire of my cost?

Go, Romeo, wander, lost and forlorn,
Why wander forlorn?
Your lovely tresses, beckoning, are they not born,
Calling, are they not born?
In love's first blaze, my state was already torn.
A year I've wandered, chasing your ghost,
Oh, fair-faced beauty, will you inquire of my cost?
A lover weeps, a year's a paltry sum,
Majnu, for Layla, fourteen years had become.