pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai
aao na machalti baho ke tale
galo pe labo ka chaman khile
dhadkan se dhadkan mile
pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai
aao na machalti baho ke tale
galo pe labo ka chaman khile
pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai

beet gayi rate tare gin gin
kitne dino me aaya hai ye din
beet gayi rate tare gin gin
kitne dino me aaya hai ye din
aise na chodenge ham sanam
ek ek pal ka ras lenge ham
to idhar aao kam se kam
kho jaye milke gale
pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai

dil me hai kya kya kaha nahi jaye
aaj koi armaan rahne nahi paye
o dil me hai kya kya kaha nahi jaye
aaj koi armaan rahne nahi paye
aankho se aankhe aise milaye
chahat ki mauj me dub jaye
fir dub ke ham sabko dikhaye
duniya jale to jale
pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai
aao na machalti baho ke tale
galo pe labo ka chaman khile
pyar hai yaar hai guljar hai
der kya ae meri sarkar hai

Love is friend, a blooming garden bright,
Why tarry, my sovereign, my light?
Come, beneath arms that softly sway,
Where lips on cheeks, a garden play.
Let heartbeats blend, in unison's grace,
Love is friend, a blooming garden's embrace,
Why tarry, my sovereign, my place?

The nights have passed, counting stars above,
How many days until this dawn of love?
The nights have passed, counting stars so bright,
How many days until this glorious light?
We'll not let go, my dearest one true,
Each moment savored, forever new.
So come to me, at least come near,
Let us be lost, holding each other dear.
Love is friend, a blooming garden bright,
Why tarry, my sovereign, my light?

What lies within, words cannot express,
No yearning today, left unblessed.
Oh, what lies within, words can't portray,
No longing today, will fade away.
Let eyes meet eyes, in a tender gaze,
In the ocean of longing, we'll lose our ways.
Then, drowning together, let all see,
If the world should burn, let it be!
Love is friend, a blooming garden bright,
Why tarry, my sovereign, my light?
Come, beneath arms that softly sway,
Where lips on cheeks, a garden play.
Love is friend, a blooming garden's gleam,
Why tarry, my sovereign, my dream?