kya suraj ambar ko chhod ke jayega
wo din kabhi na aayega
kya phulo se khusbu chin li jayegi
ye na kabhi ho payega
ye hua to koi na kisi pe yakin karega
pyar jaha se utha jayega
kya suraj ambar ko chhod ke jayega
wo din kabhi na aayega

karte ho kitna pyar hame tum bolo to
mere pyar ko apne pyar se tolo to
pyar ka wada kab tak yad rahega sanam
apne aap ko bhul na jayenge jab tak hum
hum jo bichade aag ke samne hath ko thamke
koi bhi kasam nahi khayega

premi prem ke path se kyu hat jate hai
shak aata hai dil me dil fat jate hai
pyar jo kam karte hai wahi to jalte hai
viswaso ke bal par hi ghar chalte hai
tum jo badle mere pyar ko dhokha mila to
jinda na koi mujhe payega

kya suraj ambar ko chhod ke jayega
wo din kabhi na aayega
kya phulo se khusbu chin li jayegi
ye na kabhi ho payega
ye hua to koi na kisi pe yakin karega
pyar jaha se utha jayega
kya suraj ambar ko chhod ke jayega
wo din kabhi na aayega

Will the sun forsake the heavens, depart?
That day shall never dawn, never start.
Will fragrance be stolen from the rose's core?
Such a thing will never be, forevermore.
If such a thing should ever come to pass,
Faith in all things would shatter, alas.
Love itself would vanish from this sphere,
Will the sun forsake the heavens, so clear?
That day shall never dawn, no, never near.

How much do you love me, tell me true?
Weigh my love against your love, anew.
How long will you remember love's sweet vow?
Until we forget ourselves, somehow.
If we should part, hands clasped in fire's embrace,
No vows will be spoken in that desolate space.

Why do lovers stray from love's true path?
Doubt creeps in, and hearts burst in wrath.
They love less, and in that, they start to burn,
On faith, the heart's true home, we all must turn.
If you betray my love, with a lying guise,
No one will find me living, before their eyes.

Will the sun forsake the heavens, depart?
That day shall never dawn, never start.
Will fragrance be stolen from the rose's core?
Such a thing will never be, forevermore.
If such a thing should ever come to pass,
Faith in all things would shatter, alas.
Love itself would vanish from this sphere,
Will the sun forsake the heavens, so clear?
That day shall never dawn, no, never near.