aa ha aa ha
yeh zulfein aawaara luta jamaana saara
yeh zulfein aawaara luta jamaana saara
dilwaalon mein shor mach gaya o maara o maara
yeh zulfein aawaara

har aashiq ne hai bheja mujhako ulfat ka paigaam
apane dil ke board pe maine likh diya tera naam
dilwaalon mein shor mach gaya o maara o maara
yeh zulfein aawaara luta jamaana saara
dilwaalon mein shor mach gaya o maara o maara
yeh zulfein aawaara

ghumake aayi chin malaaya paris aur jaapaan
kahin na dekha jaalim tujhasa nikhara huwa jawaan
dilwaalon mein shor mach gaya o maara o maara
yeh zulfein aawaara luta jamaana saara
dilwaalon mein shor mach gaya o maara o maara
yeh zulfein aawaara

Ah, Ha, Ah, Ha

These wild tresses, they plunder, they roam,
The whole world they've stolen, now far from home.
A tumult erupts in the hearts that ignite,
Oh, wounded, oh wounded, by beauty's sheer light.
These wild tresses.

Each lover has sent me a message of grace,
On my heart's very board, I have etched your face.
A tumult erupts in the hearts that ignite,
Oh, wounded, oh wounded, by beauty's sheer light.
These wild tresses, they plunder, they roam,
A tumult erupts in the hearts that ignite,
Oh, wounded, oh wounded, by beauty's sheer light.
These wild tresses.

I've wandered through China, through Paris's gleam,
Across Malaysia, a vibrant dream.
Through Japan I have searched, in each and every land,
But no youth, so resplendent, could I understand.
A tumult erupts in the hearts that ignite,
Oh, wounded, oh wounded, by beauty's sheer light.
These wild tresses, they plunder, they roam,
A tumult erupts in the hearts that ignite,
Oh, wounded, oh wounded, by beauty's sheer light.
These wild tresses.