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 dance,
Unveiling secrets, a lingering trance.
The caravan departs, with measured pace,
Leaving echoes in time and space.

As beauty fades, a curtain falls,
Shrouding glimpses beyond these walls.
Modesty blooms, a sudden grace,
And wine arrives, at its own slow pace.

Fear of the foe in every whispered plea,
Fear of the foe, for all to see.
From lips, a whisper, a cautious art,
Answers unveiled, a breaking heart.

The veil descends, a slow, soft dance.