dekhti hi raho aaj darpan na tum
pyaar kaa ye mahurat nikal jaayegaa, nikal jayega
dekhti hi raho aaj darpan na tum
pyaar kaa ye mahurat nikal jaayegaa, nikal jayega

saans ki to bahut tez raftaar hai
aur chhoti bahut hai milan ki ghadi
gundhate gundhate ye ghataa saanvari
bujh na jaaye kahi rup ki phulajhadi
chudiyaan hi na tum
chudiyaan hi na tum khanakhanaati raho
ye sharamashaar mausam badal jaayega, badal jaayega
dekhti hi raho aaj darpan na tum

surkha hotho pe uf ye hansi madbhari
jaise shabnam angaaro ki mehamaan ho
jaadu bunati hui ye nashili nazar
dekh le to khudai pareshaan ho
muskurao na aise
muskurao na aise churaakar nazar
aainaa dekh surat machal jaayega, machal jaayegaa
dekhti hi raho aaj darpan na tum

chaal aisi hai madhosh masti bhari
nind suraj sitaaro ko aane lagi
itne naazuk kadam chum paaye agar
sote sote biyabaan gane lage
mat mahaavar rachaao
mat mahaavar rachaao bahut paanv me
farsh ka marmari dil bahal jaayega, bahal jaayega
dekhti hi raho aaj darpan na tum

kya hua kho gayi kaun si chij hai
jhuk rahi hai najar kyu idhar se udhar
honth sahme hue bol bahke hue
hai pareshan kaajal kadam bakhabar
na na pallu uthaao
na na pallu uthao giraao nahi
shayri ka nya daur chal jayega, chal jayega

Gaze not today into the mirror's hold,
For love's sweet moment fades, a story told,
Gaze not today into the mirror's gleam,
For love's sweet moment slips, a fleeting dream.

The breath, a whirlwind, swift and ever near,
The hour of union, fragile, holds us here.
This shadowed dusk, a canvas, soft and deep,
Lest beauty's spark within the night should sleep.
Clinking bangles, cease your echoing chime,
For shame's embrace will yield to passing time,
Gaze not today into the mirror's hold.

Your ruby lips, a smile of shadowed grace,
Like dew that dances on an ember's face,
A spell-spun gaze, intoxicating, bright,
That stirs the heavens, steals the holy light.
Do not, oh, do not steal a glance so sly,
The mirror's heart will break, beneath your eye,
Gaze not today into the mirror's hold.

Your swaying walk, a drunken, heady art,
That lulls the sun, the stars begin to start,
If fragile steps should brush and kiss the ground,
The sleeping deserts wake, a sound profound.
Do not, oh, do not paint your feet so red,
The marble floor will weep, the words unsaid,
Gaze not today into the mirror's hold.

What loss, what absence, haunts your weary gaze?
Why do your eyes now wander through the maze?
Your trembling lips, your whispers, softly rise,
Your kohl-lined path, a journey filled with sighs.
Lift not your veil, do not let it fall,
A new age of poetry will call,