Prem ka matlab samarpan hota hai ... issi liye main aaj, issi waqt apne aap ko tumpar samarpit karta hoon

Pyar ko chupana bhi toh pyar hota hai

Jalan ka bhi mohabbat mein ek khaas maqam hai

Mohabbat aur jung mein sab jayaz hai

Shaadi ke baad ka pyar hi zyada gehra hota hai

Tum ek aaisa buth ho ... jiske kadmo mein sipahi apni talwar, shahenshah apna taj aur insaan apna dil nikaal ke rakh de

Tere haathon ke kangan mein dil mera atka ... toot jayega zaalim agar degi isse jhatka

Na chahte huye bhi jab dil sharatein karne lage toh samajh lo ... kuch kuch hota hai

Musafira sa dil mera ... tu mili tham gaya ... meharbaan joh tu hua ... khushi mili, gham gaya ... pehle sa kuch bhi hai nahi ... lagun main khud ko ajnabi ... tere kareeb hoon ... naseeb yoon dhadke hai abhi

Dil toot gaya saansein gayi tham ... meri zindagi kuch barbaad si hai ... dil toot gaya toh kya ... woh khush hai khushi is baat ki hai

Main jaanti hoon aap mujhse pyar nahi karte ... par aapko mera ishq mubarak

Honth tharthara rahe hai, kaanpe lagi nazar ... yeh jaadu hai, junoon ya, kisi ke ishq ka asar

Yeh prem rog bada khatarnak rog hota hai ... iska ilaaj toh sirf ussi ke paas hota hai jis insaan ko prem ho jaata hai ... varna yeh aisi jaan leva bimari hai ... ke iska ilaaj toh kisi vaid ke paas bhi nahi hota

Khud ki beauty se anjaan beauty ... sabse khoobsurat hoti hai

Is duniya ke andar apne pyar ka gala ghontana bahut mushkil hai ... magar joh aadmi apun ko pyar karta hai ... uska dil todna bahut paap hai

Pyar ki raah mein na kadam rakhne se pehle socha jaata hai ... na kadam rakhne ke baad

Husn ki taazgi pe ishq waale jaan diya karte hai ... mastiyan lootne se pehle yoon hi baat kiya karte hai ... roop ko chaand aur zulfon ko ghatta kehte hai ... karke tareef mazaa loot liya karte hai

Pyar ki maar bahut buri maar hoti hai ... aadmi jeete jee mar jaata hai

Do mithiyan galaan kar kudiye haske sadde naal ... arre saath khade hum dono lagte hai Sohni Mahiwal

Delhi jeetne se zyada mushkil hota hai kisi ka dil jeetna