agar dilabar kee ruswayee hame manjur ho jaye
sanam too bewafa ke nam se mashhur ho jaye

hame fursat nahee milatee, kabhee aansu bahane se
kayee gam pas aa baithhe, tere ek dur jane se
agar too pas aa jaye, toh har gam dur ho jaye

wafa kaa wasata de kar, mohabbat aaj rotee hai
naa aise khel iss dil se, yeh najuk chij hotee hai
jara see thens lag jaye toh shisha chur ho jaye

tere rangin hotho ko, kanwal kahane se darate hai
teree iss berukhee pe ham gajal kahane se darate hai
kahee aisa naa ho too aur bhee magarur ho jaye

If disgrace of my love is what you crave,
Beloved, let your name be etched in faithless wave.
Beloved, let your name be etched in faithless wave,
If only the beloved's heart could be saved.

No leisure do we find, no respite we claim,
Even to weep, consumed by the flame.
Sorrow descends, an unwelcome decree,
With your absence, a world emptier to be.
If only you return, all grief would flee,
If only you return, set my spirit free.
Beloved, be.

In the name of devotion, in a plea so dire,
Love weeps today, consumed by fire.
Do not toy with this heart, so fragile and frail,
Do not toy with this heart, for it will surely fail.
A single wound, a breath of despair,
Shatters the glass beyond repair.
Beloved, be.

Your painted lips, a vibrant hue,
Like lotus blooms, we're hesitant to view.
At your indifference, the soul takes flight,
From penning verse, we shrink from the light.
Lest you become even more full of pride,
Lest you become a heart that can't confide.
If only the beloved's heart could be saved,
Beloved, be.