vaqt se pahale qisamat se jyada
vaqt se pahale qisamat se jyada kisi ko mila hai na kisi ko milega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega
vaqt se pahale qisamat se jyada kisi ko mila hai na kisi ko milega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega

gam ko hamane git bana kar is duniya ka dil bahalaya
gam ko hamane git bana kar is duniya ka dil bahalaya
hansate hansate jane kaise dil hi dil me tumako paya
ham hai sabake, koi na apana ik din koi apana milega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega
vaqt se pahale qisamat se jyada kisi ko mila hai na kisi ko milega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega

nain mile aur chain ganvaya bat purani phir bhi nai hai
nain mile aur chain ganvaya bat purani phir bhi nai hai
teri nazar ne meri nazar se bin bole ik bat kahi hai
dekh ke mujhako yun na lajao dil pe phir qabu na rahega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega
vaqt se pahale qisamat se jyada kisi ko mila hai na kisi ko milega
pyar se sara gulashan mahake nafarat se koi gul na khilega

Before time, beyond fate's decree,
None have claimed more, nor shall ever be.
Love's touch blooms the garden bright,
Hate's shadow withers every light.

Before time, beyond fate's command,
None have grasped more, throughout the land.
Love's embrace, the garden's bloom,
Hate's venom, seals a silent tomb.

We wove our sorrow into songs,
To soothe the world where grief belongs.
Laughing, yet losing our way,
In hearts we found you, come what may.
Of all, we are, yet none our own,
One day, a kindred soul is sown.
Love's touch blooms the garden bright,
Hate's shadow withers every light.
Before time, beyond fate's decree,
None have claimed more, nor shall ever be.
Love's touch blooms the garden bright,
Hate's shadow withers every light.

Eyes met, and peace took flight,
An ancient tale, yet ever bright.
Your gaze spoke to mine unseen,
A silent language, evergreen.
Do not blush, when our eyes meet,
For my heart will lose its retreat.
Love's touch blooms the garden bright,
Hate's shadow withers every light.
Before time, beyond fate's decree,
None have claimed more, nor shall ever be.
Love's touch blooms the garden bright,
Hate's shadow withers every light.