zara se agar bewafa hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
zara se agar bewafa hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote

hasino ki fir to kadar kuch na hoti
hasino ki fir to kadar kuch na hoti
kisi ko hamari khabar kuch na hoti
jadu bhari ye jajah kuch na hoti
jara se jo kafar ada hum an hote
jara se jo kafar ada hum an hote
zara se agar bewafa hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote

bhala kaun dil jodta aashiko ka
bhala kaun dil jodta aashiko ka
ye gum sath na chodta aashiko ka
gum e ishk ki agar dawa hum na hote
gum e ishk ki agar dawa hum na hote
zara se agar bewafa hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote

hume koi apni jawani na deta
hume koi apni jawani na deta
mohabbat me yu jindgani na deta
shrab e najar ka koi pani na deta
jo ek khubsurat bala hum na hote
jo ek khubsurat bala hum na hote
zara se agar bewafa hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote
tumhari kasam dilruba hum na hote

If we were not a touch untrue,
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
If we were not a touch untrue,
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.

Then beauties would be of little worth,
Then beauties would be of little worth,
None would know of our silent birth,
This magic place would not exist on earth.
If we were not a touch of rebel mirth,
If we were not a touch of rebel mirth,
If we were not a touch untrue,
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.

Who then would mend the lovers' plight?
Who then would mend the lovers' plight?
This sorrow would not vanish from their sight.
If we were not the cure to love's cruel bite,
If we were not the cure to love's cruel bite,
If we were not a touch untrue,
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.

None would give their youth to me,
None would give their youth to me,
Love would not give its life, you see,
No one would offer the wine of eye, free.
If we were not a beautiful decree,
If we were not a beautiful decree,
If we were not a touch untrue,
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.
By your oath, my love, it wouldn't be you.