pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hai
pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tapkar kundan ban jaata hai
pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tapkar kundan ban jaata hai

aam se jis ladke ko dil de baithi gori
aam se jis ladke ko dil de baithi gori
aam se jis ladke ko dil de baithi gori
sabki nazaron me wo saajan ban jaata hai
sabki nazaron me wo saajan ban jaata hai
sona aag me in tapkar kundan ban jaata hai
pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tapkar kundan ban jaata hai

yaad kisi ki chaa jaati hai jab naino me
yaad kisi ki chaa jaati hai jab naino me
yaad kisi ki chaa jaati hai jab naino me
koi bhi mausam ho saawan ban jaata hai
koi bhi mausam ho saawan ban jaata hai
sona aag me tapkar kundan ban jaata hai
pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hai
sona aag me tapkar kundan ban jaata hai

khudgarji ka khel katil wo khel hai jis me
khudgarji ka khel katil wo khel hai jis me
khudgarji ka khel katil wo khel hai jis me
achha khasa dost bhi dushman ban jaata hai
achha khasa dost bhi dushman ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tapkar kundan ban jaata hai
pyar ke baad ladakpan joban ban jaata hain
sona aag mein tap kar kundan ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tap kar kundan ban jaata hai
sona aag mein tap kar kundan ban jaata hai

After love, the boy becomes a man,
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
After love, the boy becomes a man,
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.

The fair one who gave her heart to him,
The fair one who gave her heart to him,
The fair one who gave her heart to him,
Before all eyes, he becomes her love.
Before all eyes, he becomes her love.
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
After love, the boy becomes a man,
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.

When memory descends upon the eyes,
When memory descends upon the eyes,
When memory descends upon the eyes,
Any season becomes monsoon then.
Any season becomes monsoon then.
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
After love, the boy becomes a man,
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.

The game of self, O Kabil, a game,
The game of self, O Kabil, a game,
The game of self, O Kabil, a game,
Where a good friend turns into foe.
Where a good friend turns into foe.
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
After love, the boy becomes a man,
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.
As gold, in fire, becomes pure.