tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi hai haye
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi hai
kya jane tumhe khauf-ae khuda hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi

jine ka hunar sabako sikhata hai yahi ishk
insan ko insan banata hai yahi ishk
is ishk ki tauhin khata hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi

mana hai badi dard bhari ishk ki rudad
hoti nahi mitakar bhi mohabbat kabhi barbad
har daur me majanu huye, har daur me farhad
har saj me aj unki sada hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi

gum phulane phalane ka bhulakar kabhi dekho
sar ishk ke kadamo pe jhukakar kabhi dekho
ghar bar mohabbat me lutakar kabhi dekho
khone me bhi pane ka maja hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi

jab ho hi gaya pyar toh sansar ka dar kya
hai kaun bhala kaun bura, iski khabar kya
dil me na utar jaye to ulfat ki najar kya
ham dil ke pujari hain pata hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi hai
kya jane tumhe khauf-ae khuda hai ke nahi hai
tum puchhate ho ishk bala hai ke nahi hai

You ask if love is a curse, a blight,
You ask if love is a curse, a blight,
Do you know the fear of God's own light?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight.

Love teaches the art of living's grace,
Transforms a soul, ennobles the human race,
To scorn this love, is that wrong or right?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight.

Though tales of love are steeped in pain,
Love, unfulfilled, will still remain,
Through every age, Majnoon, Farhad's refrain,
In every song, their echo's in sight?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight.

Forget the sorrows that may bloom,
Bow down to love, escape the gloom,
Surrender all to love's perfume,
In losing, find a hidden light?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight.

When love has bloomed, why fear the world's decree?
What matters who is good, what you and me?
If love's gaze does not enter thee,
Are we worshippers of hearts, in our plight?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight,
Do you know the fear of God's own light?
You ask if love is a curse, a blight.