rukh se parda utha de jara saakiya
bas abhi rang-e-mehfil badal jayega
rukh se parda utha de jara saakiya
bas abhi rang-e-mehfil badal jayega
hai jo behosh wo hosh me aayega
girne wala hai jo vo sambhal jaayega
rukh se parda utha de

tum tasalli na do sirf baitho raho
waqt kuchh mere marne ka tal jayega
tum tasalli na do sirf baitho raho
waqt kuchh mere marne ka tal jayega
kya ye kam hai masiha ke rahne hi se
maut ka bhi irada badal jayega
rukh se parda utha de

tir ki jaan hai dil, dil ki jaan tir hai
tir ko na yu khincho kaha maan lo
tir ki jaan hai dil, dil ki jaan tir hai
tir ko na yu khincho kaha maan lo
tir khicha to dil bhi nikal jayega
dil jo nikla to dam bhi nikal jayega
rukh se parda utha de

iske hasne me rone ka andaaj hai
khaak udane me fariyad ka raaz hai
iske hasne me rone ka andaaj hai
khaak udane me fariyad ka raaz hai
isko chhedo na anvar khuda ke liye
varna bimar ka dam nikal jayega
rukh se parda utha de jara saakiya
bas abhi rang-e-mehfil badal jayega
hai jo behosh wo hosh me aayega
girne wala hai jo vo sambhal jaayega
rukh se parda utha de

Unveil the face, O Cupbearer, just a touch,
The assembly's hues will shift with such.
Unveil the face, O Cupbearer, just a trace,
The gathering's colors will find a new space.
The senseless will awaken to the light,
Those faltering shall rise with renewed might.
Unveil the face.

Offer no solace, just remain and be,
The hour of my passing may flee.
Offer no comfort, simply sit and stay,
The moment of my dying may go away.
Is it not enough, the healer's mere presence,
That death itself shall change its consequence?
Unveil the face.

The arrow's life is the heart, the heart, the dart,
Do not draw the arrow, heed my art.
The arrow's life is the heart, the heart's its core,
Do not pull the arrow, I implore.
Draw the arrow, the heart will then depart,
The heart gone, the soul will cease its art.
Unveil the face.

In its laughter, a weeping's subtle guise,
In the dust it stirs, a mournful prize.
In its laughter, a tear's disguised plea,
In the dust it raises, a sorrow you see.
Do not disturb it, Anwar, for heaven's sake,
Lest the ailing one's last breath you take.
Unveil the face, O Cupbearer, just a touch,
The assembly's hues will shift with such.
The senseless will awaken to the light,
Those faltering shall rise with renewed might.
Unveil the face.