hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

nazar me shokhiya aur bachpana shararat me
adaye dekh kar hum fas gaye mohabbat me
hum apni jaan se jayenge jinki ulfat me
yakin hai ke na aayenge wo hi mayit me
khuda sawal karega agar kayamat me
to hum bhi kah denge hum lut gaye sharafat me
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

wahi wahi pe kayamat ho wo jidhar jaye
jhuki jhuki nazro se kam kar jaye
tadapta chhod de raste me aur gujar jaye
sitam to ye hai ki dil le le aur mukar jaye
samjh me kuch nahi aata ke hum kidhar jaye
yahi irada hai ke ye kah ke hum to mar jaye
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

wafa ke naam pe mara hai bewafao ne
ke dam bhi humko na lene diya jafao me
khuda bhula diya in husn ke khudao ne
mita ke chhod diya ishq ki khatao me
udaye hosh kabhi julf ki hawao ne
khayale naz ne luta kabhi adao ne
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

hajar lut gaye nazar ke ek ishare par
hajaro bah gaye tufan banke dhare par
na inke wado ka kuch thikana hai na bato ka
fasana hota hai inka hajar rato ka
bahut hasin hai vaise to bholpan inka
bhara hua hai magar zahar se badan inka
ye jisko kat le wo pani pi nahi sakta
dava to kya hai duva se bhi ji nahi sakta

inhi ke mare hue hum bhi hai zamane me
hai char labaz mohabbat ke is fasane me
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

zamana inko samjhata hai nek bharmaasu
magar ye kahte hai kisi ko kya hai malum
inhe na tir na talwar ki jarurat hai
shikar karne ko kafi nigahe ulfat hai
hasin chal se dil paymal karte hai
nazar se karte hai bate kamal karte hai
har ek bat me matlab hajar hote hai
ye sidhe sadhe bade hoshiyar hote hai

khuda bachaye hasino ki tez chalo se
pade kisi ka bhi na pala husn walo se
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

husn walo me mohabbat ki kami hoti hai
chahne walo ki takdir buri hoti hai
unki bato me banawat hi banawat dekhi
sharam aankho me nigaho me lagawat dekhi
aag pahle to mohabbat ki laga dete hai
apne rukhsar ka diwana bana dete hai
dosti karke phir anjan nazar aate hai
sach to ye hai ke beiman nazar aate hai
maut se kam nahi duniya me mohabbat inki
zindagi hoti hai barbad badaulat inki

din baharo ke gujarte hai magar mar mar ke
lut gaye hum to hasino pe bharosa karke
hume to lut liya mil ke husn walo ne
kale kale balo ne gore gore galo ne

By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.
In eyes, a mischief, in actions, youth's flame,
Ensnared by their charm, into love's fatal game.
In whose affection, we'll give our very breath,
Yet in our death, they'll not grace our death.
Should God question on Judgment's day,
We'll say, "In virtue, we were led astray."
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.

Where they tread, the world's end they bring,
With lowered glances, a fatal sting.
They leave us aching, on pathways of pain,
The cruelest cut, their hearts, they reclaim.
What paths to take, we cannot say,
Yet with these words, we'll fade away:
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.

In the name of devotion, the faithless ones strike,
They left us breathless, in grief's dark hike.
God forgotten, by beauty's divine face,
In love's errors, they left us to embrace.
The winds of their tresses, our senses did sweep,
Their graceful airs, our souls did keep.
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.

A thousand felled, by a glance's command,
A thousand drowned, by a streaming strand.
Their vows are fleeting, their words a deceit,
A thousand nights' tales, their tricks repeat.
Their innocence, a captivating guise,
Yet poison blooms where their beauty lies.
Whom they ensnare, cannot drink the stream,
No cure exists, not even a prayer's gleam.

Their victims we, in this sorrowful age,
Four words of love, on this tragic stage.
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.

The world believes them, a virtuous art,
Yet who truly knows what lies in their heart?
No sword they need, nor arrow to draw,
Their loving eyes are the hunter's law.
With graceful steps, they crush our soul,
With glances, they make us whole.
In every word, a thousand meanings reside,
These innocents, cleverly hide.

May God protect us from the swift grace,
Of those whose beauty we embrace.
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.

Love is scarce in beauty's domain,
The lovers' fate, is always in vain.
In their words, deception's sweet art,
In their eyes, deceit, that tears us apart.
They ignite love's fire, a burning start,
And make us their beauty's obsessed art.
They feign friendship, then turn away,
Truth is they're wicked, come what may.
Their love is death, in the world's maze,
Our lives are ruined, in their selfish ways.

Days of spring pass, in a slow demise,
We were robbed of hope, by their alluring lies.
By beauty's hand, we were plundered, betrayed,
By raven tresses, by cheeks fair-laid.