uski bate bahar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate
waadiye na lazaar ki bate
waadiye na lazaar ki bate

gul-o-shabnam ka jikr kar na abhi
gul-o-shabnam ka jikr kar na abhi
gul-o-shabnam
gul-o-shabnam ka jikr kar na abhi
mujhko karni hai yaar ki bate
mujhko karni hai yaar ki bate
waadiye na lazaar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate

makhmali farsh pe ho jinke kadam
makhmali farsh pe ho
makhmali farsh pe ho jinke kadam
kya wo samjhenge pyaar ki baaji
kya wo samjhenge pyaar ki baaji
waadiye na lazaar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate

sheikh ji, sheikh ji maikada hai kaaba nahi
sheikh ji maikada hai kaaba nahi
sheikh ji maikada hai
sheikh ji, sheikh ji maikada hai kaaba nahi
ya to hogi khumar ki bate
ya to hogi khumar ki bate
waadiye na lazaar ki bate
uski bate bahar ki bate

ishq ka kaarwaan chala bhi nahi
ishq ka kaarwaan
ishq ka kaarwaan chala bhi nahi
aur abhi se gubaar ki baate
aur abhi se gubaar ki baate
aur abhi se gubaar ki baate

teri baate hi sunaane aaye
teri baate hi sunaane aaye
teri baate hi sunaane aaye
dost bhi dil ko dukhaane aaye
dost bhi dil ko dukhaane aaye

phool khilte hai
phool khilte hai to ham sochate hai
phool khilte hai, phool khilte hai

Her words are the gardens' whispers,
Her words are the gardens' whispers,
Her words are the gardens' whispers,
Her words are the gardens' whispers,
Of the Valley of No Return, they speak,
Of the Valley of No Return, they speak.

Don't speak of roses and dewdrops now,
Don't speak of roses and dewdrops now,
Roses and dewdrops…
Don't speak of roses and dewdrops now,
For I must speak of my Beloved,
For I must speak of my Beloved,
Of the Valley of No Return, they speak,
Her words are the gardens' whispers.

Those whose feet tread on velvet floors,
Those whose feet tread on…
Those whose feet tread on velvet floors,
How can they know the game of love?
How can they know the game of love?
Of the Valley of No Return, they speak,
Her words are the gardens' whispers.

Sheikh, the tavern is not the Kaaba,
Sheikh, the tavern is not the Kaaba,
Sheikh, the tavern is…
Sheikh, the tavern is not the Kaaba,
Only talk of intoxication will be heard,
Only talk of intoxication will be heard,
Of the Valley of No Return, they speak,
Her words are the gardens' whispers.

The caravan of love has not yet begun,
The caravan of love…
The caravan of love has not yet begun,
And already talk of dust and despair,
And already talk of dust and despair,
And already talk of dust and despair.

To tell of your words, I have come,
To tell of your words, I have come,
To tell of your words, I have come,
Friends too, to wound my heart have come,
Friends too, to wound my heart have come,
Flowers bloom…
Flowers bloom, and we think,
Flowers bloom, flowers bloom…