nur ke saanche me bhagwaan ne dhala hai tujhe
aur insaan ne ji jaan se pala hai tujhe
jism ke chhute hi jajbaat sulag jaate hai
aag me daal ke jaise ki nikala hai tujhe

mujhko chhuna nahi
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega
mujhko ae manchale tu laga na gale
mujhko ae manchale tu laga na gale
husn ki aag me ishq jal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega

husn diwaane se kehta hai, sambhalne ke liye
ishq taiyaar nahi raaye badlne ke liye
tu mohabbat ki hasin maut se mujhko na dara
paida parwana hua shamma pe jalne ke liye

jaaneman jid ki zanzeer ko tod de
dil ke tufaan ka rukh udhar mod de
jindgi ke tapedo se waakif hun main
meri kishti kinaare pe hi chhod de
maan ja besabr, tang jyada na kar
maan ja besabr, tang jyada na kar
pyaar kam bhi hua to bhi chal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi hath jal jaayega

jo bhi kamzarf hai, kam pyaar kiya karte hai
ahl-e-dil jaan talak vaar diya karte hai
pyaas bujhti nahi saahil pe khade rehne se
dub ke dariya me hum pani piya karte hai

teri inhi adaao pe marti hun main
teri chahat pe bhi naaz karti hun main
khud ko tere hawale to kar dun magar
soch kar uska anjaam darti hun main
ae sanam josh me le na aagosh me
ae sanam josh me le na aagosh me
aanch khaate hi shisha pighal jaayega
mujhko chhuna nahi

In a mold of light, God did fashion you,
And with all his heart, man nurtured you.
At the touch of flesh, passions ignite,
As if from fire, you were rescued anew.

Do not touch me,
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.
Do not, reckless one, embrace me,
Do not, reckless one, embrace me.
In beauty's fire, love will be consumed.
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.

Beauty whispers, "Be cautious, beware,"
But love is not ready to alter its prayer.
Do not frighten me with love's lovely death,
The moth was born to burn in the flare.

Beloved, break the chains of your desire,
Turn the tempest of your heart's pyre.
I am well-versed in life's harsh blows,
Leave my boat by the shore, retire.
Yield, impatient one, vex me no more,
Yield, impatient one, vex me no more,
If love diminishes, it will still endure.
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.
Do not touch me, your hand will burn.

Those of little worth, offer little love,
But hearts of the noble, give all above.
Thirst is not quenched by standing on the shore,
We dive into the river and drink thereof.

On these very charms, I do expire,
And on your devotion, I take pride higher.
Though I would surrender myself to you,
I fear the outcome, my soul does retire.
O beloved, in passion, do not enfold,
O beloved, in passion, do not enfold,
At the touch of heat, the glass will be sold.
Do not touch me...