ishq mushk bedar na koi, man se badhkar chor na koi
bin aag badan sulga dega, ye rag rag rog laga dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega
mashuq mohalle me jake, besabra roz dagha dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega

o man ki mandi manjokari, man hi man ka mol kare
o man ki mandi manjokari, man hi man ka mol kare
bhul bhal ke nafa munafa nain tarazu tol kare
nain tarazu tol kare
khud hi mol badha de manwa, khud hi mol badha de manwa
khud hi mol chupa de manwa, khud hi bhao gira dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, man ke mat pe mat chaliyo
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega

man behkaye, man bhatkaye, man batlaye sau raste
man behkaye, man bhatkaye, man batlaye sau raste
man ki mat me pyar hai mehnga, pran pakheru hain saste
pran pakheru hain saste
man se thodi anban rakhna, man se thodi anban rakhna
man ke agey darpan rakhna, manwa shakal chupa lega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, mat chaliyo, mat chaliyo
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega
man ke mat pe mat chaliyo, ye jiteji marwa dega
mashuq mohalle, mashuq mohalle me ja ke
besabra roz dagha dega, man ke mat pe mat chaliyo

No love, no musk awakes the soul,
No thief surpasses the heart's cruel role.
Without fire, it will scorch your frame,
This plague will seep through every vein, inflame.
Do not heed the heart's wild decree,
It will kill you while you still can see.
Do not heed the heart's wild decree,
It will kill you while you still can be.
In the lover's quarter, it will go,
And betray you with each passing woe.
Do not heed the heart's wild decree.

In the bazaar of the heart's desire,
The heart itself sets the fire.
It barters and bargains, forgets and knows,
In the scales of the eye, the profit grows.
The heart itself inflates the worth,
The heart itself hides the earth,
Then lowers the price with a silent hand.
Do not heed the heart's command,
Do not heed the heart's command,
Do not heed the heart's command,
It will kill you while you stand.

The heart entices, the heart misleads,
Offers a hundred diverging creeds.
Love is expensive, in the heart's sway,
While the soul-bird is cheap, and flies away.
Keep a distance from the heart's deceit,
Hold a mirror before its heat,
The heart will hide its true face from you.
Do not heed the heart's command,
Do not heed the heart's command,
Do not heed the heart's command,
It will kill you while you stand.
In the lover's quarter, it will go,
And betray you with each passing woe.
Do not heed the heart's command.