honth ye mere aag se nahi kam
ye bhi jahrile mag se nahi kam
keshuo ke nag ko tu chum le jara
chum ke tu sath mere jhum le jara
honth ye mere aag se nahi kam

chir dungi dil ek najar ke teer se
kaid kar lungi baho ki main janjir se
naaj ho jo khud pe kar le mel mujhse tu
khatro se jo khelna ho khel mujhse tu
honth ye mere aag se nahi kam
ye bhi jahrile mag se nahi kam
keshuo ke nag ko tu chum le jara
chum ke tu sath mere jhum le jara
honth ye mere aag se nahi kam

maut darti hai aisa banka mard tu
usko dar kiska jiska ho hamdard tu
sabhi ke liye nahi hai mera bhi ye dil
maang le jo dil tu mujhse tujhko jaye mil
honth ye mere aag se nahi kam
honth ye mere aag se nahi kam

My lips, a burning fire,
No less venomous than serpent's ire.
Kiss the serpent of my hair,
Dance with me, beyond compare.
My lips, a burning fire.

With a glance, I'll pierce your heart,
Ensnare you in embrace's art.
If pride you hold, then meet my gaze,
If danger calls, let us now play our ways.
My lips, a burning fire,
No less venomous than serpent's ire.
Kiss the serpent of my hair,
Dance with me, beyond compare.
My lips, a burning fire.

You are the bold one, death fears you so,
With my heart as your own, what fear can you know?
My heart is not for all to find,
But if you ask, it will be thine.
My lips, a burning fire,
My lips, a burning fire.