kuch kahe to khafa chup rahe to khafa
kuch kahe to khafa chup rahe to khafa
haye kaise sitamgar se pala pada
pas aane na de dur jane de
kaise anjan dilbar se pala pada
kuch kahe to khafa

ye aankho ka sarur naya naya hai
ye jawani ka gurur naya naya hai
ye aankho ka sarur naya naya hai
ye jawani ka gurur naya naya hai
abhi bali umar ka hai aakhri kadam
yahi soch ke sitam sahe jate hai hum
yahi soch ke sitam sahe jate hai hum
kuch kahe to khafa
kuch kahe to khafa chup rahe to khafa
haye kaise sitamgar se pala
pada pas aane na de dur jane de
kaise anjan dilbar se pala
pada kuch kahe to khafa

ye mana ke hazur hai jane chaman
bad ke kali se hai najuk badan
ye mana ke hazur ke hai jane chaman
bad ke kali se hai najuk badan
kadar dilwalo ki kuch kijiye
karam kijiye or dua lijiye
karam kijiye or dua lijiye
kuch kahe to khafa
kuch kahe to khafa chup rahe to khafa
haye kaise sitamgar se pala
pada pas aane na de dur jane de
kaise anjan dilbar se pala
pada kuch kahe to khafa

kal ki hai baat hue ho jawa
uthye ho mager aasama
kal ki hai baat hue ho
jawa uthye ho mager aasama
char din me kayamat machye hue ho
sari duniya ko piche lagaye hue ho
sari duniya ko piche lagaye hue ho
kuch kahe to khafa
kuch kahe to khafa chup rahe to khafa
haye kaise sitamgar se pala
pada pas aane na de dur jane de
kaise anjan dilbar se pala
pada kuch kahe to khafa

To speak is to anger, to silence is to anger,
Oh, what a tormentor I've found!
He won't let me near, nor let me depart,
With what an unknown beloved I'm bound!
To speak is to anger.

The intoxication of these eyes is new,
The pride of youth, a blossoming view.
The intoxication of these eyes is new,
The pride of youth, a blossoming view.
The final step of a young, tender age,
With this thought, we endure the rage.
With this thought, we endure the rage.
To speak is to anger,
To speak is to anger, to silence is to anger,
Oh, what a tormentor I've found!
He won't let me near, nor let me depart,
With what an unknown beloved I'm bound!
To speak is to anger.

You are, I concede, the flower of the garden,
More delicate than a blossoming bud, a pardon.
You are, I concede, the flower of the garden,
More delicate than a blossoming bud, a pardon.
Have mercy on the hearts that adore,
Show grace and receive our prayer's core.
Show grace and receive our prayer's core.
To speak is to anger,
To speak is to anger, to silence is to anger,
Oh, what a tormentor I've found!
He won't let me near, nor let me depart,
With what an unknown beloved I'm bound!
To speak is to anger.

Yesterday's tale, now youthful you seem,
Yet you've raised the heavens, it would seem.
Yesterday's tale, now youthful you seem,
Yet you've raised the heavens, it would seem.
In mere days, a chaos you've unfurled,
The whole world you've set into a whirl.
The whole world you've set into a whirl.
To speak is to anger,
To speak is to anger, to silence is to anger,
Oh, what a tormentor I've found!
He won't let me near, nor let me depart,
With what an unknown beloved I'm bound!
To speak is to anger.