Haseeno Ki Adaao Ne
hazaro ko nacha dala
kisi ko kar diya ruswa
kisi ka ghr jala dala

husaan wale khilone

Their graces, a dance of a thousand fates,
Some shamed, their lives undone,
While others watched their homes ignite and burn.

They, the beautiful, treat hearts as toys,
Shattering them with a casual hand.
They steal with a glance,
Leaving souls to writhe in pain.

Lovers ignite a fire,
Then vanish, leaving smoke on the hem.
These cruel ones, with their indifference,
Shatter the glass of the heart.
Lovers ignite a fire,
Then vanish, leaving smoke on the hem.
Lovers ignite a fire,
Then vanish, leaving smoke on the hem.

Now with lowered lashes,
Then with tresses unbound,
Sometimes with eyes that meet,
Or a flowing veil that unfurls,
They plunder hearts,
And amuse themselves with the broken.
They watch the spectacle,
The suffering heart, left to its torment.

Before offering solace,
They shatter the very ground beneath.
Before offering solace,
They shatter the very ground beneath.
They steal with a glance,
Leaving souls to writhe in pain.
They, the beautiful, treat hearts as toys,
Shattering them with a casual hand.
They, the beautiful, treat hearts as toys,
Shattering them with a casual hand.
They, the beautiful, treat hearts as toys,
Shattering them with a casual hand.