zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan
mar gayaa main to o meri maan
zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan
mar gayaa main to o meri maan

vaah mere daataa tere dar se ajab taqadir mili
zulf ki hasarat dil ko hui to zanjir mili
vaah mere daataa tere dar se ajab taqadir mili
zulf ki hasarat dil ko hui to zanjir mili
upar vaale khub nikaale is dil ke aramaan
arey upar vaale khub nikaale is dil ke aramaan
zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan
mar gayaa main to o meri ma

pyaar kuchh bujhe nahi bhalaa-buraa
sujhe nahi din ho ke rain
bade budhe sach hi to kah gayi
hote nahi pyaar ke nain
pyaar kuchh bujhe nahi bhalaa-buraa
sujhe nahi din ho ke rain
bade budhe sach hi to kah gayi
hote nahi pyaar ke nain
pyaar thaa adhaa tabhi to ye badaa
jel kaa hai mehamaan
pyaar thaa adhaa tabhi to ye badaa
jel kaa hai mehamaan
zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan
mar gayaa main to o meri ma

ishq ki duniyaa ajab hai
kahaa thaa majaruh ne kal
kuchh na banegaa betaa chakale
me ghumo chaahe taajmahal
ishq ki duniyaa ajab hai
kahaa thaa majaruh ne kal
kuchh na banegaa betaa chakale
me ghumo chaahe taajmahal
laakh tu bhaanpe matar jaape
ishq nahi aasaan
laakh tu bhaanpe matar jaape
ishq nahi aasaan
zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan
mar gayaa mai to o meri ma
zulf ke phade me phans gai jaan

Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.
Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.

Oh, my Giver, from Your door, a fate so strange,
A longing for tresses, a chain's exchange.
Oh, my Giver, from Your door, a fate so strange,
A longing for tresses, a chain's exchange.
The heavens grant these heart's desires,
Oh, heavens, grant these burning fires,
Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.

Love knows no reason, good or bad,
Day and night, the world goes mad.
The elders spoke the truth long ago,
Love's eyes do not truly know.
Love knows no reason, good or bad,
Day and night, the world goes mad.
The elders spoke the truth long ago,
Love's eyes do not truly know.
Love was blind, and so this soul,
Becomes a prisoner in a hole.
Love was blind, and so this soul,
Becomes a prisoner in a hole.
Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.

Strange is the world of love's domain,
As Majrooh said it once again,
"You'll gain no fortune, my son,
Whether you roam, or see the sun."
Strange is the world of love's domain,
As Majrooh said it once again,
"You'll gain no fortune, my son,
Whether you roam, or see the sun."
Though spells you chant, a mystic art,
Love's a burden to the heart.
Though spells you chant, a mystic art,
Love's a burden to the heart.
Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.
Caught in the tresses, my soul is ensnared,
Mother, I'm lost, beyond repair.