agar dilbar ki ruswai hame manjur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye
agar dilbar ki ruswai hame manjur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye

hame fursat nahi milti
hame fursat nahi milti, kabhi aasu bahane se
kayi gum pas aa baithe, kayi gum pas aa baithe
tere ek dur jane se, tere ek dur jane se
agar tu pas aa jaye, to har gum dur ho jaye
agar tu pas aa jaye, to har gum dur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye

wafa ka wasta dekar
wafa ka wasta dekar, mohabbat aaj roti hai
na aise khele is dil se, na aise khele is dil se
ye najuk chiz hoti hai, ye najuk chiz hoti hai
jara si thes lag jaye, to shisha chur ho jaye
jara si thes lag jaye, to shisha chur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye

tere rangin hotho ko
tere rangin hotho ko, kamal kehne se darte hai
teri is berukhi pe hum, teri is berukhi pe hum
gazal kahne se darte hai, gazal kahne se darte hai
kahi aisa na ho tu aur bhi magrur ho jaye
kahi aisa na ho tu aur bhi magrur ho jaye
agar dilbar ki rushwai hame manjur ho jaye
sanam tu bewafa ke nam se mashur ho jaye

If your shame, beloved, is the price I pay,
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.
If your shame, beloved, is the price I pay,
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.

No time have I, no moment to weep,
For tears I've held inside, buried so deep.
Griefs have gathered, a shadowed throng,
Since your departure, where you don't belong.
If you returned, then sorrows would cease,
If you returned, then all would find peace.
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.

By the oath of devotion, love now cries,
Don't toy with this heart, beneath these skies.
So fragile a thing, a delicate art,
A touch, a tremor, and it falls apart.
A touch, a tremor, and it shatters and falls,
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.

Your painted lips, I fear to praise,
Your indifference, a haunting maze.
At your disdain, my soul takes flight,
From singing verses, into the night.
Lest you grow prouder, more cold of heart,
Lest you grow prouder, and tear us apart.
If your shame, beloved, is the price I pay,
Let your name be whispered as faithless, come what may.