hasino ka bura ho haye haye
hasino ka bura ho jo hame barbad karte hai
hasino ka bura ho jo hame barbad karte hai
hame barbad karte hai hame barbad karte hai

pade chakkar me kyu pade chakkar me kyu inke
jo ab fariyad karte hai pade chakkar me kyu inke
jo ab fariyad karte hai pade chakkar me kyu inke
jo ab fariyad karte hai jo ab fariyad karte hai
kyu fariyad karte hai

bade hoshiyar hai dil
lut lete hai ghadi bhar me bade hoshiyar hai dil
lut lete hai ghadi bhar me han lete hai ghadi bhar me
adaye apni dikhla kar chale jate hai wo ghar me
chale jate hai wo ghar me
bade hoshiyar hai dil lut lete hai ghadi bhar me
adaye apni dikhla kar chale jate hai wo ghar me
chale jate hai wo ghar me ye jalim bhi wahi karte hai
jo jallad karte hai ye jalim bhi wahi karte hai
jo jallad karte hai ye jalim bhi wahi karte hai
jo jallad karte hai jo jallad karte hai
hasino ka bura ho jo hame barbad karte hai
hasino ka bura ho jo hame barbad karte hai
hame barbad karte hai hame barbad karte hai

agar majnu ko laila itni asani se mil jaye
itni asani se mil jaye itni asani se mil jaye
bane fir kaun diwana jo sar par pathre khaye
jo sar par pathre khaye
jo sar par pathre khaye yahi to bat hai
yahi to bat hai jisse hame wo yad karte hai
yahi to bat hai jisse hame wo yad karte hai
hame wo yad karte hai hame wo yad karte hai
pade chakkar me kyu inke jo ab fariyad karte hai
pade chakkar me kyu inke jo ab fariyad karte hai
jo ab fariyad karte hai kyu fariyad karte hai

Woe to the fair, a curse descend,
Who shatter hearts, who rend and bend.
They break us down, they leave us bare,
They leave us lost, beyond repair.

Why chase these phantoms, why entreat?
When pleas they spurn, and sorrows meet?
Why follow shadows, false and frail?
When only echoes now prevail?

Their hearts are cunning, sly and deep,
They steal a moment, secrets keep.
With fleeting charms, a siren's call,
They vanish swift, beyond recall.
They charm and vanish, leaving scars,
These cruel ones do what jailers are.
They do the deeds of brutal hand,
Across the ravaged, barren land.
Woe to the fair, a curse descend,
Who shatter hearts, who rend and bend.
They break us down, they leave us bare,
They leave us lost, beyond repair.

If Majnu found his Leila free,
So easily, for all to see,
So easily, the path laid bare,
Would love still find its madness there?
Would any soul embrace the pain,
Would any shatter in the rain?
This is the heart of every tear,
That holds their memory so dear.
They haunt our thoughts, a constant ache,
For their sweet selves, our hearts will break.
Why chase these phantoms, why entreat?
When pleas they spurn, and sorrows meet?