Pyaar mein ab hamein chain nahi aati
Bas ek aadath hai jo nibhana padta hai
Aksar dil se dil ko samjhana padta hai
Raat Dhalne hi wali hai, Par wo hamari ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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