bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

ye chahe to duniya ko pagal banade
kayamat se pahle kayamat utha de
ke inko javani ki dolaut
mili hai najakat mili hai
shrart mili hai magar hum ko inse
yahi ek gila hai ke dil ki jagah inko
pathar mila hai jise aajmana ho aaj ma le
bade hi siyale bade bhole bhale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

adao ke khajar chalate hai dil par
nigahe se bijli girate hai dil bar
nafa se vafa hai nafa se mohabbat
bade sang dil hai bade be murabat
nigahe badln koi inse sikhe
dilo ko kuchalna koi inse sikhe
ye katil najare jahan se nirale
gaya kam se jo pada inke pale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

ye jalim jis dekh le muskura kar
uska hi hokar rahe jindagi bahr
kare koi kis dil se inki tamnna
samjte hai ye aashiko ko khilona
inhe dene vale ne har chij di
magar inme vafa ki kami hai
hajaro dilo par hai inki hukmat
magar julm dane ki hai inki aadat
na pad jaye tumko bhi jine ke lale
ye bedard sunte nahi dil ke nale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

vafa kya hai ye jante hi nahi
mohabbat ko ye mante hi nahi
garj inki fitrat me hai bevafayi
jo inse mila jan usne gavayi
kyamat se badkar hai ye husan vale
jo palke hai nastar to aab ru hai bhale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

ye nadan bhi hai ye husiyar bhi hai
ye masum bhi hai ye ayar bhi hai
ye darte nahi jara bhi khuda se
agar koi mar ajaye inki bala se
khuda ke liye pyar inse na karna
mohabbat ka ikrar inse na karna
jamane se hai dang inke nirale
ye jitne gore hai utne hai kale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
bade shokh hote hai ye husn vale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale
khuda inka saya kisi par na dale

They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.

They can drive the world to madness, it seems,
Before the final day, they stir up dreams.
Youth's riches they possess, a graceful art,
Mischief's the gift that beats within their heart.
But from them, one complaint we must impart,
A heart of stone, they hold within their heart.
Test them today, if you dare to try,
They are so simple, yet so sly.
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.

Their glances, daggers, pierce the heart's core,
Their eyes unleash a storm, forevermore.
Profit defines their love, their loyalty,
They're heartless beings, lacking empathy.
Learn from them the art of shifting gaze,
Learn from them how hearts are crushed in a maze.
These killer glances, a world apart,
Lost is the one who falls to their art.
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.

The cruel ones, if they but smile and see,
That life they claim, its entity.
Who dares to yearn, to long for their embrace?
They see lovers as toys, a fleeting space.
The Giver gave them all, a wondrous show,
Yet loyalty within them fails to grow.
They rule o'er thousands, their dominion vast,
But cruelty's the custom that they have cast.
Lest you, too, suffer life's desperate plight,
They heed no pleas, no cry in the night.
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.

What faith might be, they'll never know,
Love's true meaning, they will not bestow.
Self-interest weaves their faithless thread,
Who meets them, meets the living dead.
These beauties are a Judgment Day, you see,
Their lashes, knives, their pride, you agree.
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.

They're foolish, and clever, it is true,
Innocent they seem, yet so untrue.
They fear not God, nor any fear,
If one should perish, they are ever near.
For God's sake, from their love refrain,
Do not declare their love's domain.
Their ways are strange, beyond compare,
As black as night, where shadows flare.
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.
They, the beautiful, are so full of charm,
May God cast not their shadow, lest it disarm.