tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya
apne nanhe se dil ko bekarar kiya
apne nanhe se dil ko bekarar kiya
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya

hay dildaar bairi nikla
fir ye inkaar kaisa ye pyaar
ya to apnate na ya to fir thukrate na
itna tadpate na itna tarsate na
mera kya haal hai ye teri bala jaane
ab to sakhiyan bhi mujhe dene lagi tane
ek zalim se tune ek jhute se tune
aise katil se tune kyu pyar kiya
aise zalim se tune kyu pyar kiya
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya

phool bhi layi kaliya bhi lai
sej arman ki maine sajayi
apni zulfo pe maine moti firoe
gore hatho me maine mehandi lagai
bujh gayi shamma aur ankho me dhund chayi
neend pal bhar ke liye aayi naa tu aaya
mane rato me aay hay suni rato me aay hay
maine kali rato me tera intezar kiya hai
maine rato me tera intezar kiya hai
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya

beparwah baat meri maan
dil ke armaan na tu pehchaan
dil ko samjhau kya gum ko pehnau kya
zulfe suljhau kya jholi failau kya
darad dava mangungi to dard bhada dega
khak me meri jawani ko mila dega
tune jeena bhi mere ansu peena bhi mera
daman seena bhi mera dushwar kiya hai
tune jeena bhi mera dushwar kiya hai
apne nanhe se dil ko bekarar kiya hai
apne nanhe se dil ko bekarar kiya hai
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya
tere jhoote wade ka aitbar kiya

Your false promise, I did trust,
My tender heart, to unrest, I thrust.
Your false promise, I did trust.

Alas, a foe in a lover's guise,
What then, this love? What these lies?
You could have shunned, or never embraced,
Not torment, nor starve me, debased.
My plight, your curse, you'll never see,
Now even friends, their barbs sting me.
From such a tyrant, such a false one,
From such a killer, why was love begun?
From such a tyrant, why love you spun?
Your false promise, I did trust.

Flowers I brought, and blossoms I'd find,
A bed of dreams, I did design.
Pearls in my tresses, I carefully strung,
Henna I painted on hands so young.
The lamp flickered, smoke filled my sight,
Sleep came not, nor you, in the night.
In nights of sorrow, in empty hours,
In darkest nights, I waited, as flowers.
In nights of waiting, I waited long,
Your false promise, I did trust.

Careless, heed my plea,
Do not know my heart, my decree.
What to tell my heart? What grief to wear?
What to comb my hair? What to share?
If I seek solace, more pain you'll bring,
Into dust, my youth you'll fling.
My life, my tears, and all I do,
To mend my wounds is now askew.
My living is hard, what I must do.
My tender heart, to unrest, I thrust.
My tender heart, to unrest I thrust.
Your false promise, I did trust.
Your false promise, I did trust.