galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne
galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne

khata tumhari hai ilzam husn valo par
khata tumhari hai ilzam husn valo par
khuda ki mar tumhare bure khayalo par
khuda ki mar tumhare bure khayalo par
nazar tumhari hamesha hai khushajamalo par
kisi ke balo pe ashiq kisi ke galo par
zamana thukega vallah aisi chalo par
zamana thukega vallah aisi chalo par
taras na khayega koi tumhare halo par
taras na khayega koi tumhare halo par
aa aa aa
javab saf milega tumhe savalo par
zuban kholi agar tumane husn valo par
galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne
galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne

jahan kahi tumhe koi hasi nazar aya
jahan kahi tumhe koi hasi nazar aya
tumhare dil ne tumhari nazar ko bahakaya
tumhare dil ne tumhari nazar ko bahakaya
ke tumane dil se sharafat ko yun mita dala
bure khayal ne andha tumhe bana dala
tum apani abaru khud apane hatho khote ho
tum apani abaru khud apane hatho khote ho
bure ho dil me burai ke bij bote ho
bure ho dil me burai ke bij bote ho
aa aa aa
hamesha husn ka rona jahan me rote ho
zara batao hasino ke kaun hote ho
ke galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne
galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne

gunahagar tumhari nigahe hoti hai
gunahagar tumhari nigahe hoti hai
tumhare dil ki to duniya siyah hoti hai
tumhare dil ki to duniya siyah hoti hai
na ishq hota hai tumako na chah hoti hai
yahi vo bat hai badhakar gunah hoti hai
kaha to zulm sahege ye purajafao ke
janaze roz nikalate hai behayao ke
inhe na chhedo khudara ke khadimae hai
inhe na chhedo khudara ke khadimae hai
tumhari bahane hai beti hai aur mane hai
tumhari bahane hai beti hai aur mane hai
aa aa aa
na kali zulfo se matalab na gore galo se
khuda bachae har ik ko bure khayalo se
ke galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne
galat hai lut liya tumako husn valo ne
tumhe to luta tumhare bure khayalo ne

Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.

The fault is yours, yet you blame the fair,
The fault is yours, yet you blame the fair,
May God's wrath be upon your wicked thoughts,
May God's wrath be upon your wicked thoughts.
Your gaze forever fixed on lovely forms,
A lover of tresses, of cheeks, the norm.
The world will spit upon such acts,
The world will spit upon such acts.
No pity will they have on your plight,
No pity will they have on your plight.
Aah, aah, aah...
A clear answer you will find to your questions,
If you dare to speak against the beautiful ones.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.

Wherever you see beauty's gleam,
Wherever you see beauty's gleam,
Your heart has led your eyes astray,
Your heart has led your eyes astray.
For you have erased virtue from your heart,
Wicked thoughts have blinded you from the start.
You yourself, with your own hands, destroy your honor,
You yourself, with your own hands, destroy your honor,
You sow the seeds of evil in your heart's core,
You sow the seeds of evil in your heart's core.
Aah, aah, aah...
Forever you lament the fair in this world,
Tell me, what relation do you have to these beauties?
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.

Your eyes are the sinners, indeed,
Your eyes are the sinners, indeed,
Your heart's world is dark, a morbid creed,
Your heart's world is dark, a morbid creed.
No love do you possess, no true desire,
This is the root that sets your soul afire.
You say you'll endure the cruelty of the unjust,
Daily, funerals emerge from the shameless' dust.
Leave them be, for they are like servants,
Leave them be, for they are like servants,
They are your sisters, your daughters, your mothers,
They are your sisters, your daughters, your mothers.
Aah, aah, aah...
Pay no mind to dark tresses, nor to fair cheeks,
May God save all from wicked thoughts that bespeak.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.
Wrong, they did not steal your heart, the beautiful ones,
It was your wicked thoughts that plundered you.