sarkti jaye hai rukh se nakaab aahista aahista
niklta raha kafila aahista aahista
jawa hone lage tab kar liya humse parda
haya yak lak aai haya yak lak aai
aur sharab aai aahista aahista

sawale msle par udu ka khouf hai itna
sawale msle par udu ka khouf hai itna
sawale msle par udu ka khouf hai itna
tabhi hoton se dete hai jawab aahista aahista
tabhi hoton se dete hai jawab aahista aahista
sarkti jaye hai rukh se nakaab aahista aahista

The veil descends, a slow, soft slide,
From the face, where truth does hide.
The caravan departs, a fading trace,
Vanishing with a mournful pace.

As beauty nears its final shore,
A curtain falls, and we implore.
Shame arrives, a sudden flood,
And wine appears, misunderstood.

Fear of the enemy's probing gaze,
Upon the soul's intricate maze,
Fear of their questions, sharp and keen,
Forces soft whispers, unseen.
The lips then offer, with measured sound,
Answers that slowly are found.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide,
From the face, where truth does hide.