he lahi ye kaisi kaisi surte tune banai
ek har surat kaleje se lagane ke kabil hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
ha jalwa jalwa hai kaisa parda hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai

sine me dil bhi haye haye haye haye
dhadak kar bechara
haye haye haye haye machal kar pukara
haye haye haye haye tadap kar pukara
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
ha jalwa jalwa hai kaisa parda hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai

ye hasi na hote mohabbat na hoti
mohabbat na hoti to duniya na hoti
hasino ke dam se hai ye najare
ye mahfil ye jalwe ye tikhe ishare
chupte bhi nahi samne aate bhi nahi
kya kayamat hai ke chilman se lage baithe hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
ha jalwa jalwa hai kaisa parda hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai

haye chehre pe julfe haye bikhrane walo
haye haye dil aashiko ka haye tadpane walo
haye surat tumhari kayamat kayamat
hum aashiko ki hazamat hazamat
is sadgi pe kaun na mar jaye e khuda
ladte hai or hath me talwar bhi nahi
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
ha jalwa jalwa hai kaisa parda hai
kaisa parda hai jalwa jalwa hai
jalwa jalwa hai sine me dil bhi haye haye haye haye
dhadak kar bechara haye haye haye haye machal kar pukara
haye haye haye haye tadap kar pukara
kaisa parda hai kaisa parda hai
jalwa jalwa hai jalwa jalwa hai kaisa parda hai

What sorcery spun this form, so fair,
Each visage, a heart's embrace, beyond compare.
What veil conceals, yet unveils the light?
A play of radiance, both day and night.
How veiled the truth, yet the light does gleam.
A vibrant show, a waking dream.

In the chest, a heart, ah, it sighs, it groans,
Beating softly, then fiercely moans.
It cries and yearns, a desperate plea,
Aching, longing to finally be free.
How veiled the truth, yet the light does gleam.
A vibrant show, a waking dream.

Were beauty absent, love would not reside,
Without love, this world would not abide.
By beauty's grace, the vistas bloom,
These gatherings, glances, dispel the gloom.
They hide, yet they appear before us all,
A silent judgement behind the curtain's wall.
How veiled the truth, yet the light does gleam.
A vibrant show, a waking dream.

Oh, tresses that cascade, a silken tide,
Tempting hearts, where passions hide.
Your form, a judgment, a final call,
Shaving the souls of us all.
Who would not die for such artless grace?
They fight and wound, though lacking blade.
How veiled the truth, yet the light does gleam.
A vibrant show, a waking dream.
Light, light.
In the chest, a heart, ah, it sighs, it groans,
Beating softly, then fiercely moans.
It cries and yearns, a desperate plea,
How veiled the truth, yet the light does gleam.