ager ye husn mera pyar ke sholo me dhal jaye
ager ye husn mera pyar ke sholo me dhal jaye
to fir insaan hai kya chiz pathr bhi pighal jaye
to fir insaan hai kya chiz pathr bhi pighal jaye
pathr bhi pighal jaye bhari mehfil me har koi
mujhe apna samjhta hai meri mehfil ka na puchho aalam
koi shola hai to koi sabnam hai shok didar yaha hai sab ko
dil ka agar yaha hai sab ko sab mere pyar ke mastane hai

sab mere husn ke diwane hai tegaja husn ka ye hai sabhi ko
ek nazar dekhu yaha dekhu vaha dekhu
idher dekhu udher dekhu kyoki bhari mehfil me har koi
mujhe apna samjhta hai ager mai ek taraf dekhu to
diwano me chal jaye ager ye husn mera pyar ke
sholo me dhal jaye to fir insaan hai
kya chiz pathr bhi pighal jaye to fir insaan hai
pathr bhi pighal jaye achanak apne chehre se udha du
mai ager parda surkhiya hai mere upkaro par
jaise kuch phul ho angaro par ek mom hai jawani meri

sari duniya hai jawani meri log aate hai tamanna leke
kis ki himmat hai jo mujhko dekhe
nazar vale khfa hokar jo kahte hai
to kah mai du munasib hai
ki apne husn ko parde me rahne du
kyuki achanak apne chare se udha du
mai ager parda koi behosh ho jaye
kisi ka dam nikal jaye husn mera pyar ke
sholo me dhal jaye to fir insaan hai
kya chiz pathr bhi pighal jaye pathr bhi pighal jaye

If this beauty, in love's flames, should melt and flow,
If this beauty, in love's flames, should melt and flow,
Then what is man, that stone itself won't know
Then what is man, that stone itself won't know
Stone itself won't know. In gatherings, vast and deep,
Each soul claims me, yet mine's a hidden keep.
Some, flames of fire, others, the tender dew,
Each seeks a glimpse, a longing, fresh and new.
If love resides, and hearts are all entwined,
Enchanted by my form, their souls defined.

All are enamored by my beauty's grace,
A blade of beauty, for each and every face.
I gaze one way, then another, swift and bright,
In this crowded hall, where each claims my light.
If I look to one side, a madness will ignite.
If this beauty, in love's flames, should take its flight,
Then what is man, that stone won't melt in sight.
Then what is man, that stone won't melt in sight.
If I were to lift the veil, my face to bare,
A sudden shock, a grateful air.
Like flowers blooming upon burning coals,
My youth, a wax, that gently molds.

The world embraces youth, a vibrant call,
They come with wishes, answering my thrall.
Who dares to gaze, when love's true face I show?
Those with longing, whispering low.
I say, it is right, it is my decree,
To shroud my beauty, for all to see.
If I were to lift the veil, the world to know,
Some would faint, and some would cease to grow.
If this beauty, in love's flames, should brightly burn,
Then what is man, that stone would not return.
Stone itself would turn.