dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai
kuch din ye takrar chalegi
shama aur parwane me bada maza hai
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai

ummido ka gulshan mahke
dil me sokh tamanna chahke
aye meri manzil samne aaja
aaj kadam mere bahke bahke
husn ki dunia jhum rahi hai
laga hai teer nishane me bada maza hai
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai

wo paas aaye mai ghabrau
sahmu simtu aur sarmaau
kisko diya hai pyar bhara dil
puchhe bhi to mai na batau
hoti hai taskin mohabbat
ban ban ke sarmane me bada maza hai
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai

dil mera jhume shaam suhani
mastaye lahraye jawani
aaja o tadpane wali
meri umange hai diwani
chhalak rahe hai jaam nazar me
aankho ke maykhane me bada maza hai
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai
kuch din ye takrar chalegi
shama aur parwane me
dilbar se pyar chupane me bada maza hai

To hide love from the beloved, ah, what delight!
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!
A dance of discord, a fleeting fight,
Like the moth and the flame, in the fading light.
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!

A garden of hope, where perfumes reside,
Within my heart, where desires confide.
O, my destination, now come to my side,
My faltering steps, where dreams now glide.
The realm of beauty, now swaying wide,
A perfect arrow, where joy does confide.
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!

They draw near, and I tremble with grace,
I shrink, I fold, in a blush I embrace.
If asked to whom I offer my heart's space,
I shall not reveal, I'll conceal the chase.
Love's soothing balm, a sweet, shy embrace,
To hide love, with a shy, sweet face.
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!

My heart now dances, as evening sighs,
Youthful bliss, where passion now lies.
Come, you who torment, with longing eyes,
My desires now turn wildly wise.
Overflowing cups, in my gaze arise,
In the tavern of eyes, where ecstasy lies.
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!
A dance of discord, a fleeting fight,
Like the moth and the flame, in the fading light.
To hide love from the beloved, what joy takes flight!