tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya
tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya
milta khuda to puchhata ye zulm tune kyu kiya
ye zulm tune kyu kiya
tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya
milta khuda to puchhata ye zulm tune kyu kiya
ye zulm tune kyu kiya
tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya

rup ye tera ship ka moti aasma ka phul hai
tu hai kudrat ka karishma ya khuda ki dhul hai
jane ye to jane vo allah jane
haye allah pyar ki murat
na jane mol kya hai pyar ka
pyar ki murat na jane mol kya hai pyar ka
milta khuda to puchhata ye zulm tune kyu kiya
ye zulm tune kyu kiya
tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya

husn tere aisi kashish hai farishte chum le
tere aankho ke nashe me kya kayamat jhum le
kya surat hai kya tewar hai
haye allah haye allah
kab kaha kya rang badlo hai yaha kis ko pata
kab kaha kya rang badlo hai yaha kis ko pata
milta khuda to puchhata ye zulm tune kyu kiya
ye zulm tune kyu kiya
tujh ko di surat pari si dil nahi tujh ko diya

You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame,
You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame.
If I met God, I'd ask, "Why this injustice, this cruel game?"
Why this injustice, this cruel game?
You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame.
If I met God, I'd ask, "Why this injustice, this cruel game?"
Why this injustice, this cruel game?
You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame.

Your form, a pearl from a celestial ship, a flower of the sky,
Are you nature's wonder, or God's own dust, passing by?
Only He knows, God alone knows, the secret kept in His eye,
Oh, God, a form of love, so high,
Doesn't know the worth of love's sigh,
A form of love, doesn't know the worth of love's sigh.
If I met God, I'd ask, "Why this injustice, this cruel game?"
Why this injustice, this cruel game?
You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame.

Your beauty holds such a pull, angels would kiss, I surmise,
In the intoxication of your eyes, doomsdays would rise.
What a form, what a demeanor, a beautiful guise!
Oh, God, oh, God, my cries,
When, where, what colors cloud the skies, no one can surmise,
When, where, what colors cloud the skies, no one can surmise.
If I met God, I'd ask, "Why this injustice, this cruel game?"
Why this injustice, this cruel game?
You were given beauty, a fairy's form, but no heart in your frame.