humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
sau tirath karne ke barabar
sau tirath karne ke barabar
ik rutha hua yaar manana

humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
sau tirath karne ke barabar
sau tirath karne ke barabar
ik rutha hua yaar manana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana

yaar ke paanv jahan pad jaaye
pyaar ke phool wahan khil jaaye
yaar ke paanv jahan pad jaaye
pyaar ke phool wahan khil jaaye
pyaar ke phool wahan khil jaaye
ishq me rab mil jaaye to phir
ishq me rab mil jaaye to phir
aur kahin kya aana jaana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
sau tirath karne ke barabar
sau tirath karne ke barabar
ik rutha huaa yaar manana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana

maana do din ki zindagani
lekin lambi hain ye kahani
maana do din ki zindagani
lekin lambi hain ye kahani
lekin lambi hain ye kahani
dhoop chhanv ke khel me dekha
dhoop chhanv ke khel me dekha
jism naye hain ishq puarana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
sau tirath karne ke barabar
sau tirath karne ke barabar
ik rutha huaa yaar mana na
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana

humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana
humne to bas itna jana
ishq bina hain khaaq zamana

This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
To appease one heart, estranged and sore,
Is worth a hundred pilgrimages more.

This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
To appease one heart, estranged and sore,
Is worth a hundred pilgrimages more.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.

Where the beloved's feet have trod,
Love's vibrant blossoms paint the sod.
Where the beloved's feet have trod,
Love's vibrant blossoms paint the sod.
Love's vibrant blossoms paint the sod.
In love, the Divine is found, and then,
In love, the Divine is found, and then,
Why seek elsewhere, to wander on?
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
To appease one heart, estranged and sore,
Is worth a hundred pilgrimages more.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.

This fleeting life, a moment's grace,
Yet love's long tale, it finds its place.
This fleeting life, a moment's grace,
Yet love's long tale, it finds its place.
Yet love's long tale, it finds its place.
In sun and shadow, we perceive,
In sun and shadow, we perceive,
New bodies born, old love, we trace.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
To appease one heart, estranged and sore,
Is worth a hundred pilgrimages more.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.

This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.
This much, and no more, we've come to know:
Without love, the world is dust below.