ada bijli, badan shola
ada bijli, badan shola, bhanve khajar, nazar qaatil
galat kya hai hame kahti hai ye duniya agar qaatil
to phir nigaah-e-naaz ke, nigaah-e-naaz ke
nigaah-e-naaz ke, nigaah-e-naaz ke
nigaah-e-naaz ke maaro ka haal kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke maaro ka haal kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke
nigaah-e-naaz ke maaro ka haal kya hoga
na bach sake to, na bach sake to
na bach sake to, na bach sake to
na bach sake to bechaaro ka haal kya hoga
na bach sake to bechaaro ka haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke maaro ka haal kya hoga
na bach sake to bechaaro ka haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke

hami ne ishq ke qaabil bana diya hai tumhe
hami ne ishq ke qaabil bana diya hai tumhe
hami ne ishq ke, hami ne ishq ke
hami ne ishq ke qaabil bana diya hai tumhe
hami ne ishq ke qaabil bana diya hai tumhe
hami na ho to, hami na ho to
hami na ho to, hami na ho to
hami na ho to nazaaro kaa haal kya hoga
hami na ho to nazaaro kaa haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
hami na ho to nazaaro kaa haal kya hoga

hamaare husn ki bijali, hamaare husn ki bijali
hamaare husn ki bijali chamakne vaali hai
hamaare husn ki bijali chamakne vaali hai
bijali chamakne vaali hai
hamaare husn ki bijali chamakne vaali hai
na jaane aaj, na jaane aaj, na jaane aaj
na jaane aaj, na jaane aaj, na jaane aaj
na jaane aaj hazaro kaa haal kya hoga
na jaane aaj hazaro kaa haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke

bahaar-e-husn salaamat khiza se puchh zara
bahaar-e-husn salaamat khiza se puchh zara
khiza se puchh zara, khiza se puchh zara
bahaar-e-husn salaamat khiza se puchh zara
kya ke chaar din me, kya ke chaar din me
chaar din me, chaar din me, chaar din me
ke chaar din me bahaaro kaa haal kya hoga
ke chaar din me bahaaro kaa haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
ke chaar din me

rang par naaz na kar kyo ki rag badal jaata hai
ye vo mahmaan hai jo aaj aata hai kal jaata hai
ishq par naaz kare koi to kuchh baat bhi hai
husn ka naaz hi kya, husn to dhal jaata hai
husn ka naaz hi kya, husn to dhal jaata hai
bahar-e-husn salaamat khizaa se puchh zara
kya ke chaar din me, kya ke chaar din me
ke chaar din me bahaaro kaa haal kyaa hoga
ke chaar din me

ham apne chehre se parda utha to de lekin
ham apne chehre se parda utha to de lekin
ham apne chehre se parda parda parda
ham apne chehre se parda parda parda
ham apne chehre se parda utha to de lekin
garib chaand, garib chaand, garib chaand
garib chaand, garib chaand, garib chaand
garib chaand-sitaaro kaa haal kya hoga
garib chaand-sitaaro kaa haal kya hoga
kya hoga, kya hoga
nigaah-e-naaz ke
muqaabala hai to phir der kya hai tir chala
muqaabala hai to phir der kya hai tir chala
muqaabala hai, muqaabala hai, muqaabala hai
muqaabala hai, muqaabala hai, muqaabala hai

A lightning grace, a body ablaze,
Brows as daggers, a killer gaze.
If this world deems us killers, then tell,
What fate awaits those struck by your spell?

What of the wounded by such a glance?
If they cannot flee, what is their chance?
What will become, what will become,
Of those destroyed by your gaze's sting?

It is we who made you worthy of love,
We who made you rise above.
If we were gone, if we were not,
What would be the fate of these sights you've got?
What will become, what will become,
If we were gone, if we were not?

Our beauty's lightning, about to flash,
Our beauty's lightning, ready to dash.
Lightning about to flash.
Our beauty's lightning, about to flash,
Who knows today, who knows today, who knows today,
Who knows today, what will happen to thousands?
What will become, what will become,
Of those struck by your gaze's sting?

Ask the autumn, if beauty survives,
Ask the autumn if beauty thrives.
In fleeting days, in fleeting days,
What will become of the springtime's ways?
What will become, what will become,
In fleeting days?

Do not boast of color, for it fades away,
A transient guest, here today, gone today.
Love is the boast, the only truth to claim,
What is beauty's boast, for beauty wanes?
Ask the autumn, if beauty survives,
In fleeting days, in fleeting days,
What will become of the springtime's ways?

If we unveil our face, if we reveal,
If we unveil our face, how would it feel?
Poor moon, poor moon, poor moon,
Poor moon, what of the stars, what would be their tune?
What will become, what will become,
Of those struck by your gaze's sting?

If there is a battle, then let the arrows fly,
If there is a battle, then let the arrows fly,