kya bataye ishq jalim
kya bataye ishq jalim
kya qyamat dhaye hai
yun samajh lo jaise dil
yun samjh lo jaise dil
sine se nikla jaye hai
kya bataye ishq jalim
kya qyamat dhaye hai

jab kahi tum to tasamil bhi
tumhara pyar zarur
is se hi keh do ki ye
taklif kyu farmaye hai
is se hi keh do ki ye
taklif kyu farmaye hai
is se hi keh do ki ye
taklif kyu farmaye hai
jab nahi tum to tasamil bhi
tumhara pyar zarur
is se hi keh do
taklif farmaye hai
kya bataye ishq zalim
kya kyamat dhaye hai

aaye wo aalam na puchho
aaye wo aalam na puchho
is tarah we ishq ka yakin
jis raat kuchh kuch
hosh sa aa jaye hai yakin
jis raat kuchh kuch
hosh sa aa jaye hai
kya bataye ishq jalim
kya qyamat dhaye hai

kis taraf dekhu kidhar jau
kise awaj du kis taraf dekhu
kidhar jau kise awaj du
ae huzur ae namraahi
ae huzur ae namraahi
ji bahut ghabraye hai
kya bataye ishq jalim
kya qyamat dhaye hai
yu samjh lo jaise dil
sine se nikla jaye hai
kya bataye ishq jalim
kya qyamat dhaye hai

What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?
Know this, my heart, a thing undone,
Torn from its breast, its race is run.
What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?

Though you are gone, your memory stays,
Your love, a phantom in the haze.
Tell it, I plead, this ache to cease,
Why does it torment, offer no peace?
Tell it, I plead, this ache to cease,
Why does it torment, offer no peace?
Tell it, I plead, this ache to cease,
Why does it torment, offer no peace?
Though you are gone, your memory stays,
Your love, a phantom in the haze.
Tell it, I plead, this ache to cease,
Why does it torment, offer no peace?
What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?

The state I'm in, ask not, for I,
Experience love's truth as I sigh.
That night, when sanity's thin thread,
Begins to mend, a voice is said.
That night, when sanity's thin thread,
Begins to mend, a voice is said.
What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?

Which way to look, where shall I roam?
To whom shall I call, far from home?
Oh, presence lost, my guiding star,
My soul, in dread, now feels afar.
What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?
Know this, my heart, a thing undone,
Torn from its breast, its race is run.
What shall I say of love's cruel hand,
What cataclysms it commands?