kahee hath ham se chhuda toh na loge
kisee aur se dil laga toh na loge

bade khubasurat hain duniya ke dhokhe
yeh dhokhe meree jan kha toh na loge

muhbbat kee manjil me aage badhakar
kadam apna pichhe hata toh na loge

suna hai jamana bada bewafa hai
kahee ham se aankhe chhuda toh na loge

Will you slip your hand from mine one day?
And let another heart light your way?
Will you slip your hand from mine one day?
And let another heart light your way?

The world's deceptions, oh, they gleam and shine,
Will these deceits, my love, consume you then?
To love's high summit, will you lead me on,
Then turn your back, and never look again?
They say the world is faithless, through and through,
Will you, from my eyes, then turn away too?