bade nadan ho uljhe ho tum aakar hasino se
bina soche ladai tumne aankhe najamino se
in aankho se najar ka in aankho se najar ka
teer chal jata to kya hota ji chal jata to kya hota
ji chal jata to kya hota jara socho tumhara dam
nikal jata to kya hota nikal jata to kya hota

aji ab tum yaha kya karne aaye bhala kya karne aaye
aji kahdo ke aahe bharne aaye haye aahe bharne aaye
ghani julfo ki chaw me bechare marne aaye
haye bechare marne aaye na jane kitne dhokhe
tumne aankho me chipaye hai hotho par tumne aakar
teer ulfat ke chalaye hai jo bhule se hamara
jo bhule se hamara hath chal jata ho kya hota
chal jata ho kya hota jara socho tumhara dam
nikal jata to kya hota nikal jata to kya hota

jhuki aankhe nigahe nichi nichi nigahe nichi nichi
ye hotho par hasi hai fiki fiki hasi hai fiki fiki
hue thande jo tune bate hame sikhi sikhi
hamare samne tumne dil apne dur se feke
na ye socha koi mehandi rache in shokh kadmo se
tumhare dil ko yu yu yu tumhare dil ko yu yu yu
masal jata to kya hota masal jata to kya hota
masal jata to kya hota in aankho se najar ka teer
chal jata to kya hota ji chal jata to kya hota
jara socho tumhara dam
nikal jata to kya hota nikal jata to kya hota

Naive hearts, entangled by beauty's guise,
You rush to war, before the sunrise.
From those eyes, a glance, a piercing dart,
If it struck, what then, to tear your heart apart?
If life ebbed away, a final breath,
Reflect, what then, of life and death?

What brings you here, to this shadowed place?
To sigh and yearn, with longing in your face?
Beneath dark tresses, a fate you seek,
Helpless, to perish, weak and meek.
So many lies, in those eyes you kept,
Upon your lips, love's arrows you've swept.
If by chance, our hand should meet and stray,
If it struck, what then, to light your final day?
If life ebbed away, a final breath,
Reflect, what then, of life and death?

Eyes cast down, gaze lowered low,
A smile so pale, a fleeting show.
Cold words you speak, a learned art,
Your distant hearts, flung from the start.
No thought you gave, of henna's stain,
If beneath those steps, our heart was slain,
If it shattered, crushed and torn,
If it struck, what then, a life forlorn?
From those eyes, a glance, a piercing dart,
If it struck, what then, to tear your heart apart?
Reflect, what then, of life and death?
If life ebbed away, a final breath,