bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa

meri gali me aane vaale
ho jaate hai gam ke havaale
in raaho se jo bhi guzare
soch samajh kar dil ko uchhaale
meri gali me aane vaale
ho jaate hai gam ke havaale
in raaho se jo bhi guzare
soch samajh kar dil ko uchhaale
bade bade dil yahaan bane hai nishaanaa
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa

chupke chupke nain ladana
nain ladaa kar dil ko lubhaanaa
dil ko lubhaa kar paas bulaanaa
paas bulaakar khud ghabaraanaa
teraa javaab hi nahi vaah
khud ghabaraanaa aankh churaana
aankh churaanaa kar dil ko jalaanaa
dil ko jalaakar hosh bhulaanaa
hosh bhulaakar majanu banaanaa
in lailaao kaa hai khel puraanaa
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana

shokhi samajhe sharm hayaa ko
dawat samjhe naaz ada ko
in diwano ka kya kehna
aap bulaye apani kazaa ko
shokhi samajhe sharm hayaa ko
dawat samjhe naaz ada ko
in diwano ka kya kehna
aap bulaye apani kazaa ko
aur phir maage hamase harajana
bachnaa zaraa yah zamaanaa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa ye zamaanaa hai buraa
kabhi meri gali me na aana
kabhi meri gali me na aana
bachnaa zaraa

Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed place,
Never tread within my street, erase
The thought, for fear of falling from grace.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed place.

Those who enter here, surrender to sorrow's claim,
Upon these paths, each heart must play the game,
With caution, lest your spirit be aflame.
Those who enter here, surrender to sorrow's claim.
Great hearts become the targets, broken, lame,
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed name.
Never tread within my street, the burning shame.
Never tread within my street, the fading flame.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed game.

Softly, eyes will meet and then entwine,
Luring hearts, with whispers, so divine,
Drawing close, then fear will start to shine.
Your answer is a jest, a tangled twine,
Fear yourself, then turn your gaze, malign,
To burn the heart, and make the senses decline,
Forget all sense, a madness to define.
Then, Majnoon made, a tale forever to enshrine,
This age-old game, of Laila's design.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed sign.
Never tread within my street, a bitter wine.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed shrine.
Never tread within my street, the darkened mine.

They mistake modesty for playful art,
They welcome pride and beauty to impart,
What to say of these lovers, torn apart?
They mistake modesty for a playful heart,
They welcome pride and beauty to impart,
These mad ones call their own death to start.
Then seek from us a debt, a broken chart.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed start.
Never tread within my street, a shattered smart.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed heart.
Never tread within my street, a dying art.
Beware, this age is wicked, a shadowed part.