pyar me dil pe maar de goli lele meri jaan
pyar me dil pe maar de goli lele meri jaan

lohe ke zevar hai
lohe ke zevar hai hatho me inke saje
namkeen tevar hai zakhmo me bhi le maze
ek beiman hai, ek behijaab hai
khulle khalifa dono seedha hisaab hai
duniya pe bhaari yeh lambe khiladi
hataa ke anaari, bahakti sharab hai
sholey ki khushbu me mehke tamanchey
arre dehke to thoda sa chehke tamanchey
pyar me dil pe maar de goli lele meri jaan

ghole zeher me bharose ki buti
dil taange khunte pe duniya hai luti
chehra hai jaali, ji niyat hai kali
tumhara diwala hai inke diwali
na huye baap ke kya honge yeh aapke
nikle hain dono apne hi dhaak me
ek beimaan hai, ek behijaab hai
khulle khalifa dono seedha hisaab hai
duniya pe bhaari yeh lambe khiladi
hataa ke anaari, bahakti sharab hai
sholey ki khushbu me mehke tamanchey
arre dehke to thoda sa chehke tamanchey
pyar me dil pe maar de goli lele meri jaan

yeh surat se seedha, yeh hai cheez teekhi
ajanta ki murat hai khanjar se kheenchi
maha besharam inke aise karam
dhadakke se seene ko kar de garam
jahaan shor hai, yeh toh usi or hai
masti me dekho jungle ke mor hai
ek beimaan hai, ek behijaab hai
khulle khalifa dono seedha hisaab hai
duniya pe bhaari yeh lambe khiladi
hataa ke anaari, bahakti sharab hai
sholey ki khushbu me mehke tamanchey
arre dehke to thoda sa chehke tamanchey
pyar me dil pe maar de goli lele meri jaan

Love's bullet finds the heart, claim my life,
Love's bullet finds the heart, claim my life.

Iron ornaments gleam,
Adorning their hands, a cruel dream.
Salty the gaze, in wounds they find glee,
One, the rogue, and one, unreservedly.
Open Khalifas, their reckoning's clear,
These giants weigh down, banishing fear.
Removing the naive, a wine that enthralls,
The scent of flames, as the pistols call.
They smolder, and then, a giggle they feign,
Love's bullet finds the heart, claim my life again.

They mix poison with trust's fragile root,
A heart on the cross, the world's loot.
Faces of deceit, intentions of night,
Your downfall, their glorious light.
Unfaithful to fathers, what of you, then?
They march forth, in their ruthless den.
One, the rogue, and one, unreservedly.
Open Khalifas, their reckoning's clear,
These giants weigh down, banishing fear.
Removing the naive, a wine that enthralls,
The scent of flames, as the pistols call.
They smolder, and then, a giggle they feign,
Love's bullet finds the heart, claim my life again.

One, a facade of virtue, the other, a blade,
Like Ajanta's figures, by daggers displayed.
Shameless their deeds, a heart's fiery brand,
And with each beat, they command.
Where chaos reigns, there they reside,
Like peacocks in revelry, wild with pride.
One, the rogue, and one, unreservedly.
Open Khalifas, their reckoning's clear,
These giants weigh down, banishing fear.
Removing the naive, a wine that enthralls,
The scent of flames, as the pistols call.
They smolder, and then, a giggle they feign,
Love's bullet finds the heart, claim my life again.