pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
pahli pahli na ka aadha matlab hai ha
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa

ye raat bhi hai kuchh aaj garm
mere dilbar ka bhi mizaaz garm
ye raat bhi hai kuchh aaj garm
mere dilbar ka bhi mizaaz garm
haye kya kahna haye kya kahna
husn agar hai garm to
garma garm hai ishk ke arma
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
are pahli pahli na ka aadha matlab hai ha
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa

har dil ka katil hai ishk ishk
phir bhi hai manzil ishk ishk
har dil ka katil hai ishk ishk
phir bhi hai manzil ishk ishk
haye ishk ishk haye ishk ishk
ishk agar na ho to
duniya ki mahfil hai vira
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
are pahli pahli na ka aadha matlab hai ha
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa

dil aata hai bas ek baar
phir kyun na karle pyar pyar
dil aata hai bas ek baar
phir kyun na karle pyar pyar
bas ek baar haye pyar pyar
are daal ke aankhe aankho me
mujhe pyar se kahde balma
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
pahli pahli na ka aadha matlab hai ha
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa
pyar kiya nahi jata ho jata hai meri jaa

Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
The first "no" holds a hidden "yes," you know.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.

Tonight, a fever in the air,
My beloved's temper, burning there.
Tonight, a fever in the air,
My beloved's temper, burning there.
Oh, what to say, oh what to say,
If beauty burns with such a fire,
Then passion's dreams are hot to play.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
Oh, the first "no" holds a hidden "yes," you know.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.

Love, the killer of every heart,
Yet love, the goal, right from the start.
Love, the killer of every heart,
Yet love, the goal, right from the start.
Oh, love, oh love, oh love, oh love,
Without love's flame,
The world's a desolate display.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
Oh, the first "no" holds a hidden "yes," you know.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.

The heart surrenders just once, it's true,
Then why not make love, me and you?
The heart surrenders just once, it's true,
Then why not make love, me and you?
Just once, oh love, oh love,
Look into my eyes,
And tell me, love, with words so new.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
The first "no" holds a hidden "yes," you know.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.
Love is not done, it simply *is*, my soul.