pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil

kaho ki apni prit ka geet na badlega kabhi
tum bhi kaho is raah ka meet na badlega kabhi
pyar jo tuta, saath jo chhuta, jaan na chamkega kabhi
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil

raate daso dishaao se kahegi apni kahaniya
geet hamaare pyaar ki doharaayegi jawaniya
mai na rahungi, tum na rahoge phir bhi rahegi nishaniya
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
kahta hai dil, rasta mushkil, maalum nahi hai kaha manzil
pyaar hua iqraar hua hai, pyaar se phir kyo darta hai dil

Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?
Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread,
Unknowing where the journey is led.
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread,
Unknowing where the journey is led.
Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread,
Unknowing where the journey is led.
Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?

Tell me, that the song of our love won't ever change,
Say too, that a friend on this road won't ever estrange.
If love breaks, and hands release, the soul will cease to range.
Love has bloomed, confession made, why then does the heart recoil in dread?
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread, unknowing where the journey is led.
Love has bloomed, confession made, why then does the heart recoil in dread?

The nights will, from all directions, narrate our tales,
Our love's anthems will echo, with youthful gales.
Though I may not remain, nor you, our marks will not fail.
Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread,
Unknowing where the journey is led.
The heart speaks of a path, hard to tread,
Unknowing where the journey is led.
Love has bloomed, confession made,
Why then does the heart recoil in dread?