pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai

pyar pe jor nahi koi, ninde hajaro mai khoi
pyar pe jor nahi koi, ninde hajaro mai khoi
aa kar dil ki bato me, lambi lambi rato mai
premi jagate rahte hai, isliye to kehte hai ki
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai

dil ka bhandan aisa hai, dil ka bhandan aisa hai
hal na puchho kaisa hai
jan hamari jate hai, yad tumhari aati hai
yad tumhari aati hai
aankh se aasu behate hai, isliye to kehte hai ki
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai

inn jhulo ke musam me, inn phulo ke musam me
inn jhulo ke musam me, inn phulo ke musam me
kaate pyar chubhota hai, dard jigar mai hota hai
hans kar hum sab sahate hai, isliye to kehte hai ki
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai
dil diya nahi jata kho jata hai

Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes.
The heart is not given, it's simply lost,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes.
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost.

No force can bind the flame of love,
A thousand sleeps, it has removed.
Lost in the whispers of the heart,
Through endless nights, the lovers start.
Awake they stay, and understand,
That love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost.

The heart's embrace, a binding chain,
Ask not of its joy, nor pain.
Life itself begins to fade,
Your memory, a serenade.
Your memory, a gentle plea,
From tear-filled eyes, we then agree,
That love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost.

In seasons of the swaying swing,
In seasons where the flowers sing,
In seasons of the swaying swing,
In seasons where the flowers sing,
The thorns of love, they pierce and bite,
The ache within, a burning light.
With smiles we bear, and understand,
That love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost,
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost.
Love is not a choice, it simply comes,
The heart is not given, it's simply lost.