tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta
tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta

nahi tumsa koi agar ham na kehte
to ye naze andaz rakhe hi rehte
na itraao itna baatpan par
najar lag na jaye chalo yu na tan kar

shararat se mud mud ke kya dekhte ho
hame ya phir apni ada dekhte ho
ham hai jab na honge to phir kya karoge
har ek baat par kis se akda karoge
kise dekh kar sharm aaya karegi
haya kis se muh ko chupaya karegi
ye chutki se dil kiska masla karoge
hame yaad kar kar ke machla karoge
mohabbat ki baato pe itna na bigdo
jara hath sine pe rakhkar ye kah do
tumhari adao pe ae husn walo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta
tumhari adao pe ae husn walo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta

ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta hai
ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta hai
are ham na hota tum kispe marta
ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta hai
are ham na hota tum kispe marta
karo ladkiyo se na bate akadkar
police le na jaye ji gardan pakadkar
hame dekhkar hi chahakne lage ho
hawa lag gayi hai bahakne lage ho

ye fashion ye makeup ye tie ye coller
tumhare to nakhre hai hamse bhi badkar
jo hoga jawani pe phule huye ho
tum apne budape ko bhule huye ho
hame dekhte ho nigahe bachakar
sharfat dikhate ho najre jhukakar
ho tum kitne chalak ham jante hai
tumhari nigaho ko pehchante hai
chalo tumse chhodo tumhi faisla karo
ke tum ache bure ho magr ye bta do
ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta
are ham na hota tum kispe marta
ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta
are ham na hota tum kispe marta

tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta
tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta

hawao me julfo ko lehrate niklo
chalte huye teer bal khake niklo
idhar dekhte ho udhar dekhte ho
girate ho bijli jidhar dekhte ho
anokha design hai ye sendilo ka
yahi shape hai bas hamare dilo ka
hasi lajmi ho magar ho sitam ghar
ke suraj se dil par ho aur dil ke pathar
khari baat kah di to bigde huye ho
angute ko danto se pakde huye ho
jara paas aao mulakat kar le agar hanske dekho to

koi romio koi farhaad dekha
jise dekha majnu ka ustad dekha
liye phirte ho ishq ki chot dil me
najar me safai to hai khot dil me
tumhe har kadam pe ye hota hai dhokha
jo dekhega tumko wahi mar mitega
jara dekh le ham to kuch aur samjho
chalo piche piche natija na socho
bina jaan pehchan ke na baat karna
bahane banakar mulakat kar na
bahut khubsurat samjhte ho khud ko
jara aaina lekar surat to dekho
mohabbat hasino se karne chale hai
koi inko dekho ye marne chale hai

ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta
are ham na hota tum kispe marta
ye tum husnwalo se kya baat karta
are ham na hota tum kispe marta

tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta
tumhari adao pe ae husnwalo
agar ham na marte to phir kon marta

Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?

If I did not say, none like you exist,
You would keep your alluring grace, ever unkissed.
Do not swell with pride in such youth,
Lest an evil eye fall, and mar your truth.

Why do you glance back, mischievous and sly?
At me, or your own alluring eye?
When I am gone, what then will you do?
Who will you defy, in every view?
Whom will you blush before, in shame's embrace?
Whom will you hide from, covering your face?
Whose heart will you tease, with a playful hand?
Remembering me, will you understand?
Do not be so cross with the talk of love,
Place your hand on your chest, then speak thereof:
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?

What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?
What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?
Do not speak with a swagger to girls,
Lest the police arrive, and your world unfurls.
The moment you see me, you begin to gleam,
The wind has touched you, you are lost in a dream.

This fashion, this makeup, this tie, this collar,
Your airs are grander, than mine, by a dollar.
You are swollen with youth's fleeting bloom,
You have forgotten your coming gloom.
You glance at me, your eyes evade,
You show propriety, your gaze is swayed.
How clever you are, I know the game,
I recognize your eyes, their flame.
Come, leave it to you, make your own decree,
Tell me, are you good or bad, just be free?
What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?
What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?

Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?

Come forth, letting your tresses dance in air,
Walk, curving like an arrow, beyond compare.
You look here, you look there, it's clear to see,
You cast down lightning, wherever you be.
The design of your sandals, a unique art,
Is the very shape, of my heart's own start.
Laughter is necessary, but a heart of stone,
Like the sun in the heart, and a heart alone.
I spoke the truth, and you grew distressed,
You clutch your ring with teeth, suppressed.
Come closer, let us meet, let us see,
Just smile, and then, you will agree.

I have seen a Romeo, a Farhad's might,
And I've seen the master of Majnu's plight.
You carry love's wounds, within your heart's keep,
In your eyes, is cleanliness, but in your heart, sleep.
You are deceived at every single pace,
Whoever beholds you, is lost in your grace.
Let us see, I understand the other way,
Come, do not think of the end of the day.
Do not speak without knowing, without care,
Find excuses, to meet somewhere.
You think yourselves beautiful, beyond all measure,
Take a mirror, and look at your treasure.
You set out to love the fair of face,
Look at these, they walk toward their place.

What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?
What talk is this, to those of beauty's throne?
If I were not here, upon whom would you have flown?

Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?
Upon your charms, oh dwellers of beauty,
If I did not die, then who would meet their end?