Muhabbat k baad Muhabbat mumkin hai FARAZ,,,
Magar toot k chahna sirf 1 bar hota hai

O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile!