sarakati jaaye hai rukh se naqaab aahistaa aahistaa
nikalataa aa rahaa hai
aafataab aahistaa aahistaa

javaa hone lage jab vo to hamase kar liyaa paradaa haya
haya yakalakht aai haya haya yakalakht aai
aur shabaab aaya aahistaa aahistaa

savaal-e-vasal par
savaal-e-vasal par unako udu kaa khauf hai itanaa
savaal-e-vasal par unako udu kaa khauf hai itanaa
dabe hotho se dete hai javaab aahistaa aahistaa
dabe hotho se dete hai javaab aahistaa aahistaa
sarakati jaaye hai rukh se naqaab aahistaa aahistaa
aahistaa aahistaa aahistaa aahistaa

The veil descends, a slow, soft dance,
Across the face, a hesitant glance.
The sun, it rises, ember-bright,
Emerging from the fading night.

As youth unfolds, a blush appears,
And modesty, it conquers fears.
A tender shyness, newly born,
Then, blossoming, the vibrant morn.

Upon the lips, a whispered plea,
For fear of foes, a secrecy.
The pressed lips move, a fragile art,
A whispered answer to the heart.
The veil descends, a slow, soft grace,
Across the face, in time and space.
Slowly, softly, step by step,
The secrets of the soul, they kept.