aaja karle mukabla ye baji pyar ki
ho jaye faisala ye baji pyar ki
kahati hu man ja ai nadan man ja
ulfat ke khelo me khatra hai jan kaa
aaja karle mukabla ye baji pyar ki
ho jaye faisala ye baji pyar ki
kahati hu man ja ai nadan man ja
ulfat ke khelo me khatra hai jan kaa

chal meri mastani har kadam meraa tufani
chal meri mastani har kadam meraa tufani
yahan bhi dil walo ne mar mitne ki thani
yahan bhi dil walo ne mar mitne ki thani
achchha to hoshiyar aei nadan hoshiyar
aaja phir jhum ke mere bhole shikar

rup mila hai mana par josh naa khao itna
rup mila hai mana par josh naa khao itna
bat karo mat badhke dekhenge jigar hai kitna
bat karo mat badhke dekhenge jigar hai kitna
tan kar jo aaoge dekho pachhataoge
kal se iss rah se katara ke jaoge
aaja kar le mukabla ye baji pyar ki
ho jaye faisala ye baji pyar ki
kahati hu man ja aei nadan man ja
ulfat ke khelo me khatra hai jan kaa

Come, let us play the game of love, this wager spun,
Let the decree of fate be sealed, the battle begun.
I implore, yield now, O naive one, yield with grace,
In the games of love, the soul's own life we may erase.
Come, let us play the game of love, this wager spun,
Let the decree of fate be sealed, the battle begun.
I implore, yield now, O naive one, yield with grace,
In the games of love, the soul's own life we may erase.

My gait, a dream, each step a storm's embrace,
My gait, a dream, each step a storm's embrace,
Here too, hearts ablaze, vow to meet their dying space,
Here too, hearts ablaze, vow to meet their dying space.
So be warned, beware, O naive soul, take heed,
Come, then, dance with me, my innocent creed.

Beauty's grace, I grant, but do not boast so high,
Beauty's grace, I grant, but do not boast so high,
Do not speak too loud, let us see how your courage lie,
Do not speak too loud, let us see how your courage lie.
If you dare to come forth, know regret's sharp sting,
From this path tomorrow, you'll cautiously swing.
Come, let us play the game of love, this wager spun,
Let the decree of fate be sealed, the battle begun.
I implore, yield now, O naive one, yield with grace,
In the games of love, the soul's own life we may erase.