muqabla hai mera aaj gore galo se
ke ishq jitegega mehfil me hushn walo se
tum hushn walo se jitoge kya ye diwano
jaloge samma ke low pe tamam parwano
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
hum aaye hai tum pe sabab aa gaya hai
hum aaye hai tum pe sabab aa gaya hai
sabab aa agaya hai sabab aa gaya hai
sabab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai
sambhalo koi benakab aa gaya hai
sambhalo koi benakab aa gaya hai
benakab aa gaya hai nakab aa gaya hai
nakab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai

ishq me ki khata husn pe saida hua
nazo andaz liye hushn magrur hua
hushn magrur hua husn ne dil me kabhi
apne socha hi nahi ishq hota na agar
husn bhi hota nhi husn bhi hota nhi
isliye kehta hun mai tujhse ye parda nasi
mera ishq phir lajbab aa gaya hai
mera ishq phir lajbab aa gaya hai
lajbab aa gaya lajbab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai

hushn se jati nahi mit ke bhi baye wafa
nazo andaz bhari masti me dubi ada
masti me dubi ada
jab bhi dekha hai mujhe ishq ne sajda kiya
maine sadiyo se kabhi pyar me ki hai daga
pyar me ki hai daga
dekhkar chsham meri ishq ne ki ye sada
lo dekho wo jaame shrab aa gaya hai
lo dekho wo jaame shrab aa gaya hai
shrab aa gaya hai shrab aa gaya hai
sitare liye mahtab aa gaya hai

ishq ke baaste kya husn saudayi nahi
husn ne maat kabhi ishq se khayi nahi
ishq shuli pe chadha kya ye sachhayi nahi
husn ki shan rahi aaj tak aayi nahi
ishq me ranjha mara aah bhi aayi nahi
heer ne pyar me kya jaan gawayi nahi
ho gaya phaish phana ruh ghabrayi nahi
taish ke gam me mari laila harzayi nahi
dudh ke nehar farhad ne banbayi nahi
pyar me julm huye shiri bhi ghabrayi nahi
saheba ne mirza marwaya kya husn harzayi nahi
sach hai sach hai sawalo ka tere jabab aa gaya hai
sawalo ka tere jabab aa gaya hai jabab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
umngo me ek inqlab aa gaya hai
hum aaye hai tum pe sabab aa gaya hai
hum aaye hai tum pe sabab aa gaya hai

Tonight, my gaze, a battle waged, with cheeks of alabaster bright,
Will love prevail within this hall, against beauty's dazzling light?
Can you, the mad, conquer such grace? A question whispered low,
As moths are drawn to candle flames, and burn in fiery glow.
A revolution stirs within, a tide I cannot stem,
My presence brings you youthful bloom, a vibrant diadem.
A bloom has come, a bloom has come, in vibrant hues it gleams,
The moon descends with starlight kissed, a vision of bright dreams.

Beware, for what was veiled is here, unveiled for all to see,
Unveiled has come, a veil has gone, for all eternity,
The moon descends with starlight kissed, a vision wild and free.

In love, the fault, on beauty fell, its pride began to swell,
With arrogance and dainty grace, a story it would tell.
You never thought, if love were gone, that beauty too would cease,
Beauty would not, it would not be, and find eternal peace.
Therefore I say, to you who veil, your heart within your breast,
My love, once more, unmatched returns, and puts all love to test.
Unmatched has come, unmatched has come, a fire in the heart,
A revolution stirs within, a brand new work of art.

Beauty departs, though love remains, unwavering and true,
Drunk on grace, in joyous dance, a soul anew.
A soul anew.
Whenever I have looked at love, it has bowed down to me,
Through ages I have never known, a faithless liberty.
A faithless liberty.
Behold, the eyes of love have cried, a plea for all to hear,
Behold, the cup of wine has come, to banish every fear.
The wine has come, the wine has come, the cup begins to fill,
The moon descends with starlight kissed, a vision of God's will.

For love, is beauty ever mad? Has beauty ever lost?
In love, did Ranjha die, unheard, a sorrow at all cost?
Did Heera lose her life in love, a tragic bitter frost?
The soul was not afraid, it did not falter,
In anger, did not Laila die.
The river built by Farhad,
In love, did Shirin fear the pain.
Sahiba, did she not destroy Mirza?
True, true, your questions have a reply,
A reply has come, a reply has come, the answer you now see,
A revolution stirs within, and sets my spirit free,
My presence brings you youthful bloom, for all eternity.