meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar, dil-e-dil jeer lekar
luti jaagir lekar, jali taqadir lekar
kya karoge kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

chale ho ab na jaane kab miloge
sabab koi banega tab miloge
na jine ka na marne kaa bahana
kategaa kaise fursat ka zamana
hame de jaao ek apni nishani
badi hogi tumhari maharbani
sukun ki to koi tadbir hogi
hamare paas ye tasveer hogi

meri tasveer bhi mujhasi kahaan hai
ke ye bejaan hai ye bezubaan hai
tumhare kaam ye na aa sakegi
tumhara dil na ye bahala sakegi
junun me to girahbaan chaak hogaa
ke parvana to jal ke kaak hogaa
tumhaare samne jab ham no hoge
ye gam tasveer se to kam na hoge
yunhi tadpoge tum aahe bharoge
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

vajah hai baat ye ham mante hai
na bahalegi tabiyat jante hai
karegi hasarate fariyaad aksar
ke tum aayaa karoge yaad aksar
gam-e-furqat na hogaa yun gavara
magar thodaa saa to hoga sahara
judaai me mulaaqaate karege
ke ham tasveer se baate karege

kayaalo me basaa lo meri surat
meri tasveer ki hai kya zarurat
meri yaado ko samajho yadagare
kizaa me bhi rahegi phir bahaare
samay kvaabo kaa hotaa hai suhana
kabhi aanaa kabhi mujhko bulana
hame ek dusare ki did hogi
nihaago ki dilo ki id hogi
na maanoge to ro-ro ke maroge
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

bahaane par banaate ho bahana
divaane ho banaate ho divana
kudaa jaane tumhe inakaar kyun hai
hame phir bhi tumhi se pyaar kyun hai
sitam ke tir ham pe chhodte ho
bade bedard ho dil todte ho
na aisi bevafaa be-tir hogi
bhali tum se to ye tasveer hogi

guzaarish apke dildaar ki hai
vajah ek aur bhi inkaar ki hai
zamaane ki nigaaho se bachake
ise tum laakh rakhoge chhupake
kisi din dekh hi legaa zamana
o, badaa mashahur hogaa ye fasana
jo logo ki zubaa tak baat pahunche
to phir jaane kahaan tak baat pahunche
kaho kya pyaar ko rusavaa karoge
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

hame manzoor ye rusvaaiyaan hai
ke inase bhi buri tanahaaiyaan hai
muhabbat ke nahi dastur aise
hame charche nahi manzoor aise
vafaa me log lutaate hai jaane
tumhe aashiq bhalaa ham kaise maane
shubhaa ho ishq me to imtehaa lo
meri tasveer na lo meri jaa lo
kaho jaane-vafaa ab kya kahoge
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

zubaa kyun ruk gai hai
ho, nigaah kyun jhuk gai hai
aji ghabara gae kya, kaho sharmaa gae kya
abhi hai raat baki, abhi hai baat baki
abhi se haar baithe, dil-o-jaa vaar baithe
nayaa adaaz koi, nai parvaaz koi
labo ko si liyaa kya, zahar pi liyaa kya
chale taqaraar aage, chalo sarakaar aage
bane tasveer kya baithe rahoge
kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar kya karoge tum
meri tasveer lekar
meri tasveer lekar, dil-e-dil jeer lekar
luti jaagir lekar, jali taqadir lekar
kya karoge kya karoge tum meri tasveer lekar

What will you do with my image, tell me,
With my image, my heart's raw ache,
With plundered legacies, a fate ablaze,
What will you do, tell me, with my image?
What will you do with my image, tell me?

You depart now, when will we meet?
When all shall become, then you'll return to meet.
No excuse to live or die will remain,
How will leisure's time ever sustain?
Leave me a token, a trace of your grace,
Your kindness shall then hold its rightful place.
For peace, a solution cannot be,
My image alone, is all you'll receive.

My image holds not my soul's true form,
Lifeless and silent, weathering life's storm.
It cannot aid you, nor soothe your heart's plea,
Nor comfort you in your reverie.
In passion's fire, the garment tears,
Like a moth, consumed by flames and fears.
When we are present, face to face,
Grief will not lessen, in this empty space.
You'll writhe in longing, in sighs you'll drown,
What will you do with my image, here, around?
What will you do with my image, tell me?

I concede this truth, I understand,
It won't appease your sorrowed hand.
Desires will then often lament,
You shall come to me, in thoughts, heaven sent.
Though separation's grief will not be gone,
A small solace, you can lean upon.
In parting, we'll meet in a way,
We'll speak to my image, every day.

Enshrine my face within your mind,
What need have you of an image you'll find?
Let memories bloom, a lasting art,
Spring shall linger within the winter's heart.
Dreams are sweet, a tender guise,
Come to me often, summon me by ties.
We'll see each other, each and every one,
Our eyes' and hearts' Eid, has begun.
If you don't believe, you'll weep and die,
What will you do with my image, passing by?
What will you do with my image, tell me?

You feign, an excuse you devise,
A mad one, you are, by your own disguise.
God knows why you refuse, you see,
And yet, it's you I love, eternally.
You cast upon me, arrows of plight,
A heartless one, you shatter my light.
No disloyalty as such will be,
Better than you, this image will be.

It is your beloved's heart's decree,
A reason more, for your denial, you see.
From the world's gaze, you'll hide it away,
And keep it secret, night and day.
But one day, the world will see,
And this tale will rise for all to be.
If the whispers reach the people's ear,
Who knows where the story will appear?
Tell me, will you shame our love, you see,
What will you do with my image, presently?
What will you do with my image, tell me?

I embrace these shames, I confess,
For worse than these, is loneliness.
Love's paths are not these, as you see,
I crave no such public notoriety.
In loyalty, people give their all,
How can I trust you, if you fall?
If love is true, then give a test,
Not my image, but my soul, to rest.
Tell me, beloved, what will you say,
What will you do with my image, this very day?

Why has your tongue stopped now, I ask,
Why have your eyes, their gaze did mask?
Are you startled, now, I pray?
Do you blush now, in dismay?
The night remains, still to be,
The words are still, to be set free.
Have you surrendered, this early on?
Your heart and soul, before the dawn?
A new approach, perhaps you seek,
A new flight, if you dare to speak?
Have you sealed your lips, my friend,
Did you swallow poison, without end?
Let us argue, still our quest,
Let us, my love, put it to the test.
Will an image suffice, to you,
What will you do?
What will you do with my image, tell me?
With my image, my heart's raw ache,
With plundered legacies, a fate ablaze,
What will you do, tell me, with my image?