wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye
wo bankar qayamat chale aa rahe hain
khudaya mere zapt ki laaj rakhana
mere dil pe kya kya sitam dhaa rahe hain
wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye

wo chehare pe surkhi zabi pe pasina
wo zulfe muakar parisha parisha
wo chehare pe surkhi zabi pe pasina
wo zulfe muakar parisha parisha
ada behki behki nazar sahmi sahmi
nigahe milane se katra rahe hai
wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye

jo likhte the mujhko salaame mohabbat
mere paas aaye jo bechain ho kar
jo likhte the mujhko salaame mohabbat
mere paas aaye jo bechain ho kar
ye unki ada hai ke unki haya hai
gale lag gaye hai to ghabra rahe hain
wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye

mujhe fakar tha apni us berukhi par
mujhe naaz tha apni sadadili par
mujhe fakar tha apni us berukhi par
mujhe naaz tha apni sadadili par
wo jiske tasavvur se main tha gureza
mere dil ki duniya pe wo chha rahe hain
wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye
wo bankar qayamat chale aa rahe hain
khudaya mere zapt ki laaj rakhana
mere dil pe kya kya sitam dhaa rahe hain
wo zulfe bikhere wo masti lutaye

They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed,
A walking apocalypse, their presence increased.
O, God, preserve the fortress of my heart's keep,
For on my soul, what torments they heap!
They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed.

Across their face, a flush, a sweat on the brow,
Their locks disarranged, in disarray now.
Across their face, a flush, a sweat on the brow,
Their locks disarranged, in disarray now.
Their bearing astray, their gaze shy and meek,
From meeting my eyes, they now seek.
They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed.

Those who once penned me salutations of love,
Now restless, approach from above.
Those who once penned me salutations of love,
Now restless, approach from above.
Is it their sweet nature, or a veil of shame's art?
Embracing me close, yet trembling, a start.
They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed.

I was proud of my aloofness, my cold facade,
I preened in my simplicity, by them unmarred.
I was proud of my aloofness, my cold facade,
I preened in my simplicity, by them unmarred.
They, whose thought I had shunned, whose image I fled,
Now upon my heart's world, are widespread.
They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed.
A walking apocalypse, their presence increased.
O, God, preserve the fortress of my heart's keep,
For on my soul, what torments they heap!
They unfurl their tresses, a revelry unleashed.