sarkti jaye sarkti sarkti sarkti
sarkti jaye hai rukh se
nakab aahista aahista
sarkti jaye hai rukh se
nakab aahista aahista
niklta aa raha hai aaphtab
aahista aahista
sarkti jaye hai rukh se
nakab aahista aahista

jawa hone lage jab wo
to hum se kar liya parda
jawa hone jawa hone
jawa hone lage jab wo
to hum se kar liya parda
hya kalkhat aayi aur
shabab aahista aahista
sawale wasl par unko
udu ka khoph hai etna
khoph hai etna khoph hai
etna khoph hai etna
sawale wasl par unko
udu ka khoph hai etna
dabe hotho se dete hai
jabab aahista aahista
dabe hotho se dete hai
jabab aahista aahista

humare or tumare pyar
mein bas phark hai etna
humare or tumare pyar
mein bas phark hai etna
idhar to jaldi jaldi hai
udhar aahista aahista
idhar to jaldi jaldi hai
udhar aahista aahista

humare or tumare pyar
mein bas phark hai etna
idhar to jaldi jaldi hai
udhar aahista aahista
wo bedardi se sar kate
ya or main kaho use
wo bedardi bedardi
bedardi bedardi bedardi
wo bedardi se sar kate
ya or main kaho use
hujur hujur ahista aahista
janab aahista aahista
hujur hujur ahista aahista
janab aahista aahista
sarkti jaye hai rukh se
nakab aahista aahista

The veil descends, it slides and slips,
Across the face, in whispered lips.
The sun ascends, a golden gleam,
Emerging slow, a waking dream.
The veil descends, it slides and slips,
Across the face, in whispered lips.

When youth's first bloom began to rise,
They hid themselves from longing eyes.
Shyness bloomed, a tender start,
As youthful beauty claimed the heart.
Of union's plea, they hold such dread,
Of rival's scorn, the words unsaid.
From lips compressed, a murmured grace,
The answer comes, in slow embrace.
From lips compressed, a murmured grace,
The answer comes, in slow embrace.

In our two loves, a subtle art,
One difference tears us far apart.
Here, urgency, a breathless quest,
There, lingering, a slow request.
Here, urgency, a breathless quest,
There, lingering, a slow request.

In our two loves, a subtle art,
One difference tears us far apart.
Here, urgency, a breathless quest,
There, lingering, a slow request.
Though ruthlessly, they sever ties,
Or should I ask, with pleading cries?
My Lord, my Lord, in gentle pace,
My dear, my dear, with tender grace.
My Lord, my Lord, in gentle pace,
My dear, my dear, with tender grace.
The veil descends, it slides and slips,
Across the face, in whispered lips.