palke jeeye kaise aankho bina
mumkin hai kya ye o mere khuda
kyu saans lu bas yuhi bewajah
riha kar mujhe mere dardo se zara
dil jo ibaadat kare ishq ki
to marke bhi zinda rahe aashiqi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi

tu nahi to lag rahe hai, raat jaise din
aankho ke hai mausam hai bheege, aaj tere bin
tu judaa to ruk gayi hai saanse kahi
aankho se bichhdi lakeere ke rahi hai bas yahi
dil jo ibaadat kare ishq ki
to marke bhi zinda rahe aashiqui
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi

yaad teri mil rahi hai, mujhko har ik mod pe
dil ko dhadkan dheere dheere, jaa rahi hai chhod ke
tujhko phir se kar lu haasil, hai ye khwahish aakhiri
naa mile to main khuda ki, chhod dunga bandagi
dil jo ibaadat kare ishq ki, to marke bhi zinda rahe aashiqui
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi, junooniyat hai yahi
junooniyat hai yahi

How do eyelids live, without the eyes?
Is such a thing, my God, even implied?
Why breathe, just so, without a reason?
Release me, from these pains, for a season.

When the heart worships, the language of love,
Then even in death, the lover shall move.
This is the madness, this is the creed,
This is the madness, the soul's deep need.
This is the madness, this is the creed.

Without you, day feels like the night,
The eyes have a season, soaked in plight.
Without you, my breath has come to a stop,
Lines from the eyes, they will never drop.
When the heart worships, the language of love,
Then even in death, the lover shall move.
This is the madness, this is the creed,
This is the madness, the soul's deep need.
This is the madness, this is the creed.

Your memory finds me, at every bend,
The heart's beat, slowly starts to descend.
To have you again, is my last desire,
If I fail, my God, I'll abandon my fire.
When the heart worships, the language of love,
Then even in death, the lover shall move.
This is the madness, this is the creed,
This is the madness, the soul's deep need.
This is the madness, this is the creed.