ho hasino se mohabbat kaa
aah hasino se mohabbat ka bura anjam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
hasino se mohabbat kaa bura anjam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain

ho kabhi kajal kee farmaish, kabhi powder kee farmaish
kabhi circus kee jidd hain aur kabhi theater kee farmaish
nikalwati hain diwala aji dilbar kee farmaish
kachheri aur thane me bahut hee nam hota hain
kachheri aur thane me bahut hee nam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
hasino se mohabbat kaa bura anjam hota hain

ho takke ho jeb me toh, takke ho jeb me toh
husnwale dil lagate hain
gale me dalkar bahen badi ulfat jatate hain
agar aashiq ho kadka toh dur se rasta dikhate hain
ho jiska bank me khata wahi gulfam hota hain
ho jiska bank me khata wahi gulfam hota hain
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
hasino se mohabbat kaa bura anjam hota hain

agar maano patte ki baat khta hu badi achi
khatmaloo ki dosti achi are, lahu peeta hai khatmal
dekhkar koi ghadi achi
hasino ka magar din raat yahi kaam hota hai
hasino ka magar din raat yahi kaam hota hai
meri jan pyar me ghar bar bhi nilam hota hain
hasino se mohabbat kaa bura anjam hota hain

From beauty's embrace, a cruel fate takes hold,
Ah, love with fair faces, a story untold.
My love, in its grip, estates can be sold,
My love, in its grip, a heart turns cold.
My love, in its grip, possessions grow old,
My love, in its grip, a future controlled.
From beauty's embrace, a fate to behold,
My love, in its grip, estates can be sold.

They demand kohl's dark touch, and powders so fine,
A circus's whim, a theater's design.
They bankrupt the soul, this beloved's shrine,
In courts and in stations, a name intertwined.
In courts and in stations, a tale defined,
My love, in its grip, estates left behind.
From beauty's embrace, a fate to unwind,
My love, in its grip, possessions you'll find.

When coins fill your pocket, the fair ones draw near,
Arms around your neck, love's song you will hear.
But if fortune deserts you, their path disappears,
The one with the bank, their affection they'll cheer.
The one with the bank, their gaze will endear,
My love, in its grip, a fate you will fear.
From beauty's embrace, a fate to adhere,
My love, in its grip, as darkness draws near.

If wisdom you seek, a truth I impart,
The friendship of bedbugs, a better start.
They drain but a drop, they don't tear at your heart,
Yet fair ones, their work, will never depart.
They toil without end, right from the start,
My love, in its grip, tearing you apart.
From beauty's embrace, a tear at the heart,
My love, in its grip, and the final dart.