ye dhuaa ye dhuaa
husn bhi ishq ki sab hai bahke yaha
husn bhi ishq ki sab hai bahke yaha
har taraf har jagah cha raha hai dhuaa
ye dhuaa ye dhuaa

soyi soyi hai sanse jagi si dhadkane
soyi soyi hai sanse jagi si dhadkane
jism pe bhare hue hai bahki hai khusbuye
or ek la raha hai dar pe farma raha hai
ye dhuaa ye dhuaa

na yaha roshni hai na andhera yaha
na yaha roshni hai na andhera yaha
na to ab sham hogi na sawera yaha
likhta hai har nazar se sare divaro dar se
ye dhuaa ye dhuaa

husn bhi ishq ki sab hai bahke yaha
har taraf har jagah cha raha hai dhua
ye dhuaa ye dhuaa
ye dhuaa ye dhuaa

This haze, this haze,
Beauty and love, all drunk in this maze.
Beauty and love, all drunk in this maze.
In every direction, the smoke now sways,
This haze, this haze.

Asleep, the breaths, yet the heart’s awake,
Asleep, the breaths, yet the heart’s awake.
Upon the flesh, aromas take,
And a madness, for goodness sake,
This haze, this haze.

No light exists, nor shadows creep,
No light exists, nor shadows creep.
No evening descends, no dawn to keep,
Writing itself from walls so deep,
This haze, this haze.

Beauty and love, all drunk in this space,
In every direction, the smoke embraces,
This haze, this haze,
This haze, this haze.