o aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
o aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
ye achi surat vale yaar kiske
aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
o aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
ye achi surat vale yaar kiske
kiske

o dene vale ne de diya mukhda
jo ban gaya dil valo ka dukhda
kya achi surat payi jaise lut li khudayi
dil tode honge kis kis ke ha kis ke
o aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
ye achi surat vale yaar kiske kiske

jawani in ki hai jamana in ka
nazer in ki hai nisana in ka
kamar lachka ke chali jo balkha ke
to rah jaye dil pis pis ke
aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
ye achi surat vale yaar kiske kiske

inko to vasta apni aada se
kon mara kon luta inki bala se
sitam kiye jaye pata bhi na lagaye
ye kon roye kon siske
aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
aaye baithe khaye piya khiske
ye achi surat vale yaar kiske kiske

They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
Whose are these fair-faced loves, I dread?
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
Whose are these fair-faced loves, I dread?
Whose?

The Giver gave a face so bright,
A mirror to the heart's own light.
A beauty born, as if the earth was torn,
Whose hearts have they broken, day and night?
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
Whose are these fair-faced loves, I dread?

Their youth, their reign, the world their stage,
Their eyes, the arrows that engage.
They sway, they bend, a winding way they send,
Leaving hearts to crumble with their rage.
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
Whose are these fair-faced loves, I dread?

They live for grace, their own sweet play,
Uncaring who is slain, who lost, astray.
They deal their blows, oblivious of woes,
Who weeps, who sighs, to end the day?
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
They came, they sat, they feasted, then they fled.
Whose are these fair-faced loves, I dread?