sab ke lab par naam hamara sabke dil me rehte hai
are husn ke malik pyar se hamko harfan maula kehte hai
harfan mein ustad ho lekin maat yahan par khaoge
are ek najar mein dil ki baji haroge lut jaoge

hamare samne aana hai hamare saamne aana hai
to dil thamkar aana hamare samne aana hai
to dil thamkar aana hamare samne aana hai
to dil thamkar aana hamare samne aana hai
to dil thamkar aana ke hum baton hi baton me
ke hum baton hi baton me bana dete hai deewana
ke hum baton hi baton me bana dete hai deewana

hamare ishq se aye husnwalo yu na takrana
hamare ishq se hamare ishq se aye
husnwalo yu na takrana lipat jayega daman
lipat jayega daman se ke deewana to deewana
lipat jayega daman se ke deewana to deewana

hamara husn hai rangin shola iska kya kehna
hamara husn hai hamara husn hai rangin shola iska kya kehana
agar hai jindagi pyari to hamse dur hi rehana
aisa na ho mehfil mein hamari muft mein jaye jaan tumhari
agar hai jindagi agar hai jindagi pyari to hamse dur hi rehana
ki shole se lipatkar ki shole se lipatkar khak ho jata hai parwana
ke hum baton hi baton mein bana dete hai deewana

jal jane ka naam na lijiye nadani se kaam na lijiye
hum thehre aashiq saudayi hogi tumhari hi ruswayi
dilon ki aag kodilon ki aag ko jyada nahi bhadkayiye warna
pakad lenge kalayi haye haye haye haye
pakad lenge kalayi hum toh jaan-e-baat pe marna
bhari mehfil mein aata bhari mehfil mein aata hai
tamasha hamko dikhalana
lipat jayega daman se ke deewana toh deewana

hamse daro jidd na karo aisa na ho aahein bharo
aji chhod tumhe jaye kahan dar pe khade dushman jaan
are dar pe khade dushman jaan dar pe khade dushman jaan
khuda sabka nigehban hai khuda sabaka nigehban hai
bujurgon ka hai farmaana lipat jayega daman se
ke deewana to deewana ke deewana to deewana
ke deewana to deewana ke deewana to deewana
deewana deewana deewana deewana deewana deewana
ke deewana to deewana ke deewana to deewana

Our name, a whisper on every tongue,
Our home, within every heart.
Masters of beauty call us,
The all-encompassing, the art.

But in this game, masters fall,
Before a single glance, the heart surrenders,
Lost and plundered, by love's call.

To face us, to meet our gaze,
Come with a heart held fast.
For in words alone, we ignite the soul,
And make the world's most beautiful, a madman at last.

Oh, you of beauty, do not dare to clash,
With the storm of our affection,
Lest you be consumed, your garment caught,
A madman you’ll become, by our infection.

Our beauty, a vibrant flame, beyond compare,
Our beauty, a vibrant flame, beyond compare,
If life you hold dear, then distance yourself,
Or in our gathering, your life will disappear.
For the moth that embraces flames,
Is reduced to dust and ash.
And in words alone, we ignite the soul,
And make the world's most beautiful, a madman at last.

Speak not of burning, do not be rash,
We are lovers, lost to the mind,
Your own disgrace, you will find.
Do not fan the fire, the heart’s inferno,
Or we shall grasp your wrist,
And claim your very life.
In the crowded hall, a spectacle we bring,
A madman you’ll become, with your garment caught.

Fear us not, make no demands,
Lest you weep and lament.
Where will you flee, when the enemy stands at your door?
The guardian of all, the divine,
The elders say it is true.
A madman you’ll become, with your garment caught,
A madman you’ll become, with your garment caught.
A madman, a madman, a madman, a madman.
A madman you’ll become, with your garment caught.