kehne se darta hai lekin isko mujhse pyar hai
kehne se darta hai lekin isko mujhse pyar hai
jab tak na dekhu main isko aaye na dil ko chena
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
nahi nahi mujhe fasana chahe ladki kitni hoshiyar hai
mujhe fasana chahe ladki kitni hoshiyar hai
hosh udaye nind churaye iske kati naina
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na

mere dil ka haal na jane tu kyu mujhko na pehchane
mere dil ka haal na jane tu kyu mujhko na pehchane
kya se kya mai ho gayi tere ishk pyar me
jindgi gujar du tere intzar mai
mere pichhe pichhe aana dil jani bekar hai
mere pichhe pichhe aana dil jani bekar hai
chhod de mera pichha ab tu maan le mera kehna
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na

teri baato me na aau jaan ke mai na jaan gawau
teri baato me na aau jaan ke mai na jaan gawau
ban jau me jogi mai jake kahi jog lu
aise kaise janeman prem ka mai rog lu
are todungi me jog tera dawa dildar hai
are todungi me jog tera dawa dildar hai
banke menka tujhe rijhaungi mai to din rena
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
nahi nahi mujhe fasana chahe ladki kitni hoshiyar hai
hosh udaye nind churaye iske kati naina
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na
aiko hai na aiko hai na hai na hai na pyar hai na

Fear holds his tongue, yet love blooms for me,
Fear holds his tongue, yet love blooms for me.
Until I see him, my heart finds no peace,
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
No, no, she seeks to ensnare, though clever she be,
She seeks to ensnare, though clever she be.
Her eyes, assassins, steal sleep, steal my sanity,
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?

My heart's plight, you do not know, why not see me?
My heart's plight, you do not know, why not see me?
I’ve become something new in love’s fervent art,
I'd spend my life in waiting, right from the start.
Following me, my love, is a wasted plea,
Following me, my love, is a wasted plea.
Leave me now, release me, heed my decree,
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?

Your words hold no sway, I won’t lose what I see,
Your words hold no sway, I won’t lose what I see.
I'll become a yogi, go and seek peace of mind,
How could I, my love, let love bind?
I'll break your yogic vows, my love, this I vow,
I'll break your yogic vows, my love, this I vow,
Menaka-like, I'll enchant you, night and day somehow,
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
No, no, she seeks to ensnare, though clever she be,
Her eyes, assassins, steal sleep, steal my sanity,
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?
Is it love? Is it not? Does it cease?