bevafa yun tera muskurana
bevafa yun tera muskurana
yaad aane ke kaabil nahi hai
bevafa yun tera muskurana
yaad aane ke kaabil nahi hai
is kadar julm dhaye hain tune
is kadar julm dhaye hain tune
sar uthane ke kaabil nahi hai
bevafa yun tera muskurana
yaad aane ke kaabil nahi hai
bevafa yun tera muskurana

maine khat likh ke unko bulaya, bulaya
maine khat likh ke unko bulaya
aake kashid ne dukhda
unke pairon me mehndi lagi hain
unke pairon me mehndi lagi hain
aane jaane ke kaabil nahi hain
unke pairon me mehndi lagi hain
aane jaane ke kaabil nahi hain
bevafa yun tera muskurana

maine phon kar ke unko bulaya, bulaya
maine phon kar ke unko bulaya
unki mummy ne aake uthaya
maine phon kar ke unko bulaya
unki mummy ne aake uthaya
unke hatho me mehndi lagi hain
unke hatho me mehndi lagi hain
phone uthane ke kaabil nahi hain
unke hatho me mehndi lagi hain
unke hatho me mehndi lagi hain
phone uthane ke kaabil nahi hain
bevafa yun tera muskurana

maine puchha ki kal sab kaha the, kahan the
maine puchha ki kal sab kaha the
pahle sharmaaye fir hanskar bole
aap wo baat kyun puchhte ho
aap wo baat kyun puchhte ho
jo bataane ke kaabil nahi hain
aap wo baat kyun puchhte ho
jo bataane ke kaabil nahi hain
bevafa yun tera muskurana
yaad aane ke kaabil nahi hai
bevafa yun tera muskurana
yaad aane ke kaabil nahi hai
bevafa yun tera muskurana
bevafa yun tera muskurana

That smile, a betrayal's art,
That smile, a dagger to the heart,
No memory it can claim,
No echo of your name.
Such cruelties you have unfurled,
Such darkness in your world,
No solace can it find,
No peace within the mind.
That smile, a betrayal's art.

I wrote a plea, a whispered call,
I wrote a plea, embracing all,
The postman came, his tale of woe,
"Her feet in henna, cannot go."
Her feet are stained with crimson dye,
No journey now, beneath the sky.
Her feet in henna, cannot go.
That smile, a betrayal's art.

The phone I used, a desperate try,
The phone I used, beneath the sky,
Her mother answered, voice so cold,
"Her hands in henna, stories told."
Her hands are stained with crimson hue,
No phone call now, is coming through.
Her hands in henna, stories told.
That smile, a betrayal's art.

I asked of yesterday, the hidden place,
I asked of yesterday, to trace,
They blushed, then laughed, a mocking sound,
"Why ask of things that can't be found?"
"Why seek the truth, the veiled disguise?"
"Why seek the truth, behind their eyes"
That smile, a betrayal's art,
No memory it can claim,
No echo of your name.
That smile, a betrayal's art,
That smile, a betrayal's art.