beshak zamana mare tane ve
mainu apna ishk nibhavan de
kanjiri banya ve meri ijat na ghtdi
mainu nach nach yar manavan de
ve mainu nach nach yar manavan de

aagar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu
aagar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu
devta ruth jaye to puja karu
aagar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu
devta ruth jaye to puja karu
dil ruba ruth jaye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
agar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu

zahar yado ka peena padega
mujhko mar mar ke jina padega
zahar yado ka peena padega
mujhko mar mar ke jina padega
dard ke kante chun chun ke ab to
dil ke zakhmo ko sina padega
maine dil se kaha sab hai teri khata
tu hi aansu bahaye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
agar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu
devta ruth jaye to puja karu
dil ruba ruth jaye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
agar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu

pyar ki sari juthi hai rasme
juthe vade hai juthi hai kasme
pyar ki sari juthi hai rasme
juthe vade hai juthi hai kasme
kyo shikayt kare hum kisi se
apna dil bhi nahi apne bas me
gam ka tufan hai dil paresan hai
maut bhi ab na aaye to mai kya karu mai kya karu
agar khuda rooth jaye to sajda karu
devta ruth jaye to puja karu
dil ruba ruth jaye to mai kya karu mai kya karu

Let the world scorn, let them jeer,
Let me my love, my passion, hold dear.
Though a dancer, they call me, my honor's not less,
Let me dance, and appease my love's caress.
Let me dance to appease my love's caress.

If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer,
If gods should forsake, I'd offer my care.
If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer,
If gods should forsake, I'd offer my care.
But if my beloved should depart, what then, what then?
If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer.

The poison of memories, I must now drink,
To live through death, on the brink.
The poison of memories, I must now drink,
To live through death, on the brink.
Picking thorns of pain, one by one,
My heart's wounds, I must bind and spin.
I told my heart, all blame is your own,
If you shed the tears, what then, what then?
If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer,
If gods should forsake, I'd offer my care.
But if my beloved should depart, what then, what then?
If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer.

All the rituals of love, are but lies,
False promises, under deceitful skies.
All the rituals of love, are but lies,
False promises, under deceitful skies.
Why should we complain to anyone at all?
Our own hearts, we cannot enthrall.
A storm of sorrow, the heart in despair,
If even death won't come, what then, what then?
If God should turn away, I'd prostrate in prayer,
If gods should forsake, I'd offer my care.
But if my beloved should depart, what then, what then?