husan valo ki kya baat hain unse meri mulakat hain
husan valo ki kya baat hain unse meri mulakat hain
unki har baat mein ghat hain unse milna buri baat hain

ronke dil hain yahi shamme mehfil hain yahi
ronke dil hain yahi shamme mehfil hain yahi
inse gulshan ki bhar ye hain phoolo ka nikhar
ye kare solha shingar inpe mar jaaye hazar
inke baalo ki ada leke uthti hain ghta
maine kaha daga baaz hai ye
daga baaz hai ye
kabile naaz hain ye
kabile naaz hain ye
maine kaha daga baaz hain ye
daga baaz hain ye
ye mere saaj mein ye meri avaj hain ye
ye mere saaj mein ye meri avaj hain ye

inpe ilzam na rakh ye bhut hi buri baat hain
husan valo ki kya baat hain unse meri mulakat hain
tu valakalat nahi aur iljar nahi
aise baat unse na kar kabile pyar nahi
inko vo yaad kare unko barbad kare
aise beiman ko jinka savami na mile
jinpe vo pyar kare unko hi pani na mile
unse puchho unse puchho jab chlega pata jinse mulakat hain
vo mulakat hain vo mulakat hain vo mulakat hain
unse puchho ki kya baat hain unse milna buri baat hain


husan bebak sahi husan chalak sahi
husan bebak sahi husan chalak sahi
roshani husan se hain zindgi husan se hain
nujavani ne surur husan se paya jurur
husan ke saaz baje nabh mein balkhane lage
khil gaya dil ka kamal
khil gaya dil ka kamal
chhed di hamne gajal
khil gaya dil ka kamal
chhed di humne gajal
husan benam nahi husan badnam nahi
inpe iljam na rakh ye bhut hi buri baat hain
husan valo ki kya baat hain unse meri mulakat hain
vo mulakat hain vo mulakat hain vo mulakat hain

Of beauty's allure, a whispered tale,
A rendezvous I did unveil.
Of beauty's allure, a whispered tale,
In every word, a poisoned trail,
To meet them is a shadowed plight,
A shadowed plight, in darkest night.

The heart's delight, the gathering's flame,
The heart's delight, the gathering's flame,
From them, the bloom of garden's grace,
The flower's gleam upon their face.
They adorn, a sight divine,
A thousand souls, their fates entwine.
Their tresses, like clouds that rise,
I called them deceivers, in disguise,
Deceivers are they, their nature known,
Yet, worthy of pride, on beauty's throne,
Deceivers are they, their nature known,
Yet, worthy of pride, on beauty's throne,
In my music, their echo rings,
In my voice, their spirit sings.

Do not accuse, it's a bitter art,
Of beauty's allure, a meeting of the heart.
The meeting of hearts, the meeting of hearts,
the meeting of hearts.
Do not plead, nor accuse with scorn,
Speak not to them, love is forlorn.
They remember, they destroy,
To such faithless souls, no joy.
Those they love, they let them yearn,
Ask them, ask them, the knowledge to discern,
From their meeting, the soul will learn,
The meeting of hearts, the meeting of hearts, the meeting of hearts.
Ask them, what is this all about?
To meet them is a shadowed rout.

Beauty's bold, beauty's a guiding light,
Beauty's bold, beauty's a guiding light,
From beauty's glow, life's essence springs,
From beauty's glow, life's essence springs,
Youth's intoxication, beauty's decree,
Beauty's music, across the sky,
The world awakes, from shadows fly,
The lotus of the heart, blooms anew,
The lotus of the heart, blooms anew,
A ghazal we sing, a love so true,
The lotus of the heart, blooms anew,
A ghazal we sing, a love so true,
Beauty is not nameless, nor does it shame,
Do not accuse, it's a bitter game.
Of beauty's allure, a meeting of the heart.
The meeting of hearts, the meeting of hearts,
the meeting of hearts.