konsi mahbooba ho meri ya ho meri anarkali
tumko hi chahun juli i love you
tum tum na love a me
tum tum na ishq ai me

tum tum na ishq ai me i love you
you love me miss you like krezy
cha cha kajrare na na na re
hum to vara ??sanam sanam ishki
sanam sanam ishki na,chodo na kwarin ki party

you na ho jaye hum pe jhar hum chandni ratein
sanam sanam kishmi sanam sanam kishme
tu hain kashmiri seb mein hun mumbai ka aalam
tu hai angreji web mein hun bhola bhalu
o mein hun laila tu hai majnu ka nala

ye ishq to hain bahana dishpusal ro jane jana
sanam sanam kishmi sanam sanam kishme
tu hain angreji web sanam sanam kishmi sanam sanam kishme
tu hain angreji web sanam sanam kishmi sanam sanam kishme
sanam sanam kishmi sanam sanam kishme

Which beloved am I to claim, or the fabled Anarkali's grace?
You, you alone, my Julie, I love you, embrace.
You are not love, my friend, not the fire of desire,
You are not love, my friend, not the heart's burning pyre.

You are not love, my friend, I love you, it's true,
You love me, miss you like crazy, my view.
Cha cha, kohl-lined eyes, no, no, no, refrain,
I am devoted, O idol, to love's sweet pain.
My idol, my idol, no, don't forsake,
Don't abandon the maiden's party, for goodness sake.

May we not be poisoned by the venom of fate, we, moonlit nights,
My idol, my idol, a Kashmiri's embrace, my idol, my idol, the kiss that ignites.
You are a Kashmiri apple, I the world of Mumbai's gleam,
You are the English web, I a simple, innocent dream.
Oh, I am Laila, you, the stream where Majnun did weep.

This love is but a pretext, a reason to despair, my dear,
My idol, my idol, a Kashmiri's embrace, drawing near.
You are the English web, my idol, my idol, a Kashmiri's embrace, drawing near.
You are the English web, my idol, my idol, a Kashmiri's embrace, drawing near.
My idol, my idol, a Kashmiri's embrace, drawing near.