ae dil ae dil ae dil
ae dil bahak na jana
bahak na jana
bahak na jana
ae dil bahak na jana
ae dil bahak na jana
laga ke surma banake zulfe
dikha ke nakhra
dala hasino ne dana dana
ae dil bahak na jana

matak matak ke kare hukumat
kamjoro ke dil pe ye
rang jamana chahe apna
har jawa mehfil pe ye
sidhe sadhe bhole bhale nadano ko
kaam hai inka nachana nachana
ae dil bahak na jana
ae dil bahak na jana

jo bhi aaya chaal me inki
wo pagal bemaut mra
nazar se nazre mat takrana
nazro me hai zaher bhara
surili surat nukile palke
katile abhru aur adaye mastana mastana
ae dil bahak na jana
ae dil bahak na jana

kabhi hai shola kabhi hai shabnam
kabhi phul hai khaar kabhi
ye naina dushman, bana na apna
in se na karna pyar kabhi
dikha ke jalwa kare ye balwa
bana de halwa kisi ne inko na jana
na jana
ae dil bahak na jana
ae dil bahak na jana
laga ke surma banake zulfe
dikha ke nakhra
dala hasino ne dana dana

O Heart, O Heart, O Heart,
Do not be led astray,
Do not be led astray,
Do not be led astray,
O Heart, do not be led astray.
O Heart, do not be led astray.
With kohl-lined eyes, with tresses cascading,
With coquettish display,
These beauties have cast their snare, grain by grain,
O Heart, do not be led astray.

With swaying gait, they rule,
Over the hearts of the weak,
This world of color desires its own,
Over every youthful gathering they seek.
The simple, the innocent, the naive,
Their task is to make them dance, dance,
O Heart, do not be led astray.
O Heart, do not be led astray.

Whoever falls into their trap,
Perishes madly, untimely,
Do not meet their gaze,
Their eyes are filled with poison,
Sweet faces, sharp eyelashes,
Thorn-like eyebrows, and intoxicating charm,
O Heart, do not be led astray.
O Heart, do not be led astray.

Sometimes fire, sometimes dew,
Sometimes flowers, sometimes thorns,
These eyes are enemies, do not make them your own,
Never love them,
Displaying their beauty, they create chaos,
They turn one to dust, no one has known them,
Not known them,
O Heart, do not be led astray.
O Heart, do not be led astray.
With kohl-lined eyes, with tresses cascading,
With coquettish display,
These beauties have cast their snare, grain by grain.