jara bach ke chalo ri mori duniya ki nigaho se
bach bach ke chalo ri mori gaiya duniya ki nigaho se
ye aise karigar hai ye aise karigar hai
bas me karle dil ki aaho ko dil ki aaho ko
bach bach ke chalo ri mori gaiya duniya ki nigaho se
bach bach ke chalo ri mori gaiya duniya ki nigaho se

bewafa bewafa duniya hai dagabaz duniya wale
ye gori gori surat wale hai dil ke kale
ye gori gori surat wale hai dil ke kale bewafa

ek bulbul maine pala dil ki dhadkano par
use raz sikhaya nirala dil ki dhadkano par
jab wo chali jab wo chali matak matak kar chali
to aaj khili kali ek kamine ne uspe
jhuthe ulfat ka jadu dala aye aye aye karne wale
hum nahi tumse darne wale aye aye aye karne wale
hum nahi tumse darne wale wo churi to ye talwar
wo churi to ye talwar kare hai war nigaho se
haye kare hai war nigaho se
hai karigar to bas karke dikhade isko dil ki aaho se
hai karigar to bas karke dikhade isko dil ki aaho se

Tread softly, my soul, from the world's gaze,
Carefully, my soul, from the world's keen ways.
These are artisans, these masters of the heart,
They'll tame your sighs, tear your soul apart.
Tread softly, my soul, from the world's gaze,
Carefully, my soul, from the world's keen ways.

Faithless, faithless, the world's a deceitful snare,
These fair faces hide hearts that don't care.
These fair faces hide hearts that are cold,
Faithless, faithless, a story often told.

I nurtured a nightingale, on the pulse of my soul,
Revealed secrets whispered, to make it whole.
When she danced, when she swayed, with a delicate grace,
A vile one cast a spell, upon her sweet face.
They, who cast illusions, and lies on the breeze,
We fear you not, we will not appease.
Your dagger, a whisper, we hold a bright sword,
That strikes back at the gaze, at the word.
These artisans, oh, let them try,
To tame this fierce heart, before they die.