mukhde pe tere bijli ki chamak
julfo me ghata lahrati hai chal tham ke zara
chal tham ke zara aye shola badan
meri jaan nikalti jati hai chal tham ke zara

har jalwa tera hai katil har ek ada dil lute
har jalwa tera hai katil har ek ada dil lute
hai chaal me tere jaise ek teer kama se chute
jab chalti ho tum jab chalti ho tum
kahte hai sabhi hat jao kayamat aati hai
mukhde pe tere bijli ki chamak
julfo ki ghata lahrati hai chal tham ke zara

nagin ki tarah balkhati dalo na idhar tum fere
nagin ki tarah balkhati dalo na idhar tum fere
hai aas lagaye baithe hum jaise lakh sapere
kitna bhi zahar kitna bhi zahar
nagin me rahe jab been baje fas jati hai
mukhde pe tere bijli ki chamak
julfo me ghata lahrati hai chal tham ke zara

dil chiz hai khone wali isko itna na sambhalo
dil chiz hai khone wali isko itna na sambhalo
aankho me basa lunga mai ye dil jo mujhe de dalo
nadan ho tum nadan ho tum
nadano se har chiz kahi kho jati hai
mukhde pe tere bijli ki chamak
julfo me ghata lahrati hai chal tham ke zara
aye shola badan meri jaan nikalti jati hai
chal tham ke zara

Upon your face, a lightning's flash,
In tresses, clouds begin to thrash,
Come, pause a moment, hold your pace,
Oh fiery form, my soul I chase.

Each glance of yours, a killer's art,
Each gesture steals away the heart,
Like arrows swift, from bow released,
Your very walk, a thrilling feast.
When you appear, when you appear,
All whisper, "Judgment Day is near!"
Upon your face, a lightning's flash,
In tresses, clouds begin to thrash,
Come, pause a moment, hold your pace.

Like serpents, weaving, turn away,
Do not these glances here display,
A million charmers, hearts ablaze,
Await your love in countless ways.
Though venom flows, though venom flows,
When the flute plays, the serpent knows,
Upon your face, a lightning's flash,
In tresses, clouds begin to thrash,
Come, pause a moment, hold your pace.

The heart, a thing meant to be lost,
Why guard it so, at what the cost?
Within my eyes, I'll make it home,
This heart you give, no longer roam.
So naive are you, so naive are you,
From the foolish, all things accrue,
Upon your face, a lightning's flash,
In tresses, clouds begin to thrash,
Come, pause a moment, hold your pace,
Oh fiery form, my soul I chase.