itne magrur dilbar hai dekho
rago mein inki hai dagabazi
jaan le kar ke aashiq ki apne
phir bhi hote nahi hai ye razi

husn wale farebi husn wale
husn wale farebi husn wale
husn wale farebi husn wale

ho inki zulfe farebi, iske nazren farebi
iski jhumki farebi, iski bindiya farebi
zalim aankho se bachna har ishara farebi

husn wale farebi husn wale
husn wale farebi husn wale

karke meethi meethi baton se dil ko lootte hain
gira ke bijliyan phir haal e dil puchte hai
vada humse dil gairo se ye jod lete hai
beech majhdaar dil ki kashti chhod dete hain

bach tum rehna sab se ye kehna
yakeen ka karna iska soch lo varna
iski sohbat buri iski fitrat farebi

husn wale farebi husn wale
husn wale farebi husn wale

iski aamag kayamat se kuch kam nahi wah wah
vaar nazro ka inki sidha dil pe hota hai
naam le le aashiq na jaagta hai na sota hai
inse umeed mat rakhna tum wafadari ki
iski aadat hai shuru se baitbaari ki
jisse dil joda uska dil thoda
inke dil aana jaise jal ke khaakh ho jana

iski naso aada ka dikhava farebi
husn wale farebi husn wale
husn wale farebi husn wale

Behold, such proud beloveds, in whose veins treachery does reside,
They take the lover's life, yet still, their hearts remain denied.

Deceitful are these beauties, deceitful,
Their tresses, deceitful,
Their gazes, deceitful, their earrings, deceitful, their bindis, deceitful,
From these cruel eyes, beware, each gesture, a lie.
Deceitful are these beauties, deceitful.

With sweet words, they plunder hearts,
Then, after striking lightning, they ask of your plight.
Promises they make to us, but with strangers, they entwine,
Leaving the ship of the heart adrift, in the midst of the tide.

Flee, you must, heed this warning,
Think well before trusting, otherwise, be mourning.
Their company is ill, their nature, a deceit.
Deceitful are these beauties, deceitful.

Their arrival, a lesser apocalypse, alas,
Their gaze, a direct strike upon the heart.
They name the lover, who neither sleeps nor awakens,
From them, fidelity should not be expected.
To link a heart with them is to wound another’s heart,
To love them is like burning to ashes.
Their veins, their acts, their display, all deceitful.
Deceitful are these beauties, deceitful.