mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga
mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga
are pagal wahi hoga jo manjure khuda hoga
mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga

gulabi hoth najuk se ye kala til hai ya katil
ye mana zulfe nagin hai magar hai pyar ke kar
agar bijli nigaho ki gire dil par to kya hoga
are pagal wahi hoga jo manjure khuda hoga
mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga

baharo me khararat hai nazaro me hai tikhapan
ye kya hone laga mujhko ye tufa to hai uljhan
shararat hai hawao me uda aanchal to kya hoga
are pagal wahi hoga jo manjure khuda hoga
mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga

ye bikhre se khayalo ka simatna hai bada mushkil
phulo ka khud bhi kanto se lipatna hai bada mushkil
bana lo aashiya apna jo kanto me to kya hoga
are pagal wahi hoga jo manjure khuda hoga
mai is masum chehare ko agar chhu lu to kya hoga

If I were to touch this innocent face, what would become?
Ah, madman, only that which God has willed, would become.
If I were to touch this innocent face, what would become?

These rosy lips, delicate, a dark mole, a slayer,
These tresses, serpents, yet a garland of love they bear.
If lightning from those eyes strikes the heart, what then?
Ah, madman, only that which God has willed, would become.
If I were to touch this innocent face, what would become?

In the spring, a sharpness; in the sights, a sting.
What is happening to me? This storm, a tangled thing.
Mischief in the wind, and if her veil should fly?
Ah, madman, only that which God has willed, would become.
If I were to touch this innocent face, what would become?

The gathering of scattered thoughts, a struggle to embrace.
Flowers themselves cling to thorns, a difficult space.
Build your nest amidst the thorns, and what will be your fate?
Ah, madman, only that which God has willed, would become.
If I were to touch this innocent face, what would become?