gore gore mukhde pe ha ha til kala kala
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
mithi mithi baaten aur dil kala kala
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dale are maar dala
are maar dale dala are maar dala
gore gore mukhde pe ha ha til kala kala
gore gore mukhde pe ha ha til kala kala

ye mast najar uth gayi jidhar
sab ne dil tham liya ki tera naam liya
hosh baaki na raha koi sakhi na raha
jaam par jaam chale chand taro pe chale
phul armaa ke khile aaj do dil jo mile
jab huye mil ke juda, aayi hai dil ki sadaa
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
mithi mithi baaten aur dil kala kala
mithi mithi baaten aur dil kala kala

ae mere jadugaro baat matlab ki karo
aankh pyaari hai to kya julf kali hai to kya
husan sabkuch hi nahi ishk hai sabse hasi
sach hai ulfat ki kasam, bewafa ho tum ho sanam
ab khushamat na kao kuch khuda se bhi daro
pyaar jab tumne kiya dil ghabrake kaha
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
are maar dala are maar dala
gore gore mukhde pe ha ha til kala kala
gore gore mukhde pe ha ha til kala kala

Upon a fair face, a mole of night,
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
Sweet words you weave, a heart of deepest night,
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, slain me, it has slain me outright.
Upon a fair face, a mole of night.
Upon a fair face, a mole of night.

When those eyes of charm, they did arise,
Hearts were grasped, whispering your name, with sighs.
No sense remained, no witness could be found,
Cup on cup we poured, to the stars we did bound.
Flowers of desire, bloomed where hearts had met,
Then, parting came, a song the heart did fret.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
Sweet words you weave, a heart of deepest night.
Sweet words you weave, a heart of deepest night.

Oh, my enchanters, speak the truth, it's time,
Fair eyes you boast, or dark locks in their prime?
Beauty's not all, for love is the most fair,
Truth to your vows, a faithless love you bear.
No flattery, now, fear the Divine above,
When love you sought, the heart then cried in love.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
It has slain me, it has slain me outright.
Upon a fair face, a mole of night.
Upon a fair face, a mole of night.