ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
hansana iska aagaj hai rona iska anjam hai
hansana iska aagaj hai rona iska anjam hai

jab chand sitare sote hai
jab chand sitare sote hai
do nain hamare rote hai
do nain hamare rote hai
har ashk ye hamase kahata hai
apni kisko apshad hai
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai

ye pyar ki manjil mushkil hai
ye pyar ki manjil mushkil hai
sine mein najuk sa dil hai
ye kathin hai souda soudagar
is preet mein nikale jaan re
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai

dil tukade tukade ho jaye
dil tukade tukade ho jaye
phir bhi ye juba se aah nikale
phir bhi ye juba se aah nikale
ye pahala kadam hai ulfat ka
hans kar kar le bimar se
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
ye pyar bada beiman hai ye ishk bada badnam hai
hansana iska aagaj hai rona iska anjam hai

This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled,
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled.
Laughter, its fleeting beginning, tears, its inevitable end,
Laughter, its fleeting beginning, tears, its inevitable end.

When moon and stars are slumbering deep,
When moon and stars are slumbering deep,
Our two eyes weep, they silently weep.
Our two eyes weep, they silently weep.
Each tear whispers, a mournful plea,
"Whose joy remains, whose joy to keep?"
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled,
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled.

The path of love, a mountain steep,
The path of love, a mountain steep,
Within our chest, a tender sleep.
Within our chest, a tender sleep.
A bargain hard, a trade of pain,
In this love's fire, our life we'll weep.
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled,
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled.

The heart may shatter, break apart,
The heart may shatter, break apart,
Yet from the lips, a sigh must start.
Yet from the lips, a sigh must start.
This, the first step, in love's cruel art,
Embrace the illness, with a start.
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled,
This love, a treacherous deceiver, this passion, a name defiled.
Laughter, its fleeting beginning, tears, its inevitable end.