azakat chhup nahi sakti banawat ke asulo se
ke khushbu aa nahi sakti ke khushbu aa nahi sakti
arey kagaj ke phulo se ye husnwale ye husnwale
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai
hajaro marte hai jab bhi jawan hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai
hajaro marte hai jab bhi jawan hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai

hakikat chhup nahi sakti hai lab par aa hi jati hai
ye gumbad ki sada hai ye gumbad ki sada hai
lautkar takra hi jati hai ye naujawan ye naujawan
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai
jaban lutne ko meharban hote hai
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai
jaban lutne ko meharban hote hai
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai

ye banke tir nishana hume banate hai
kabhi to rat me chhup chhupke milne aate hai
kabhi ye dhamkiya dekar nazar bachate hai
koi na samjha koi na jana inki adaye inka fasana
pal me bana de ye kisi ko diwana pal me kare inkar
kabhi baho me simatke kabhi sharmake lipat ke
kabhi sanso me uatrke aur kabhi shiskiya bharke
khinch lete hai ye daman jinse ban jate hai dushman
ye banke tir nishana hume banate hai
jo tir hum bane phir ye kaman hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai
hajaro marte hai jab bhi jawan hote hai
ye husnwale bade beiman hote hai

gajab hai inko khuda par bhi aetbar nahi
kisi jagha bhi inhe ek pal karar nahi
ye badnasib diwane hai hoshiyar nahi
mukhde ujle man hai kale ye hai hamare dilke bhale
matlab ke hai chahne wale dekha inka pyar
phul pathar pe khilana shok hai inka purana
tujhko chahe ye zara bhi man le usko khuda bhi
or jab badle nigahe bhul jate hai ye rahe
gajab hai inko khuda par bhi aetbar nahi
ye apne saye se bhi badguman hote hai
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai
jaban lutne ko meharban hote hai
ye naujawan bade beiman hote hai

tum humse pyar karo hum wafa kare tumse
ye jismo jaan ka rishta hai kya kahe tumse
tum hi batao ke phir dur kyu rahe tumse
hum hai suraj tum ho chanda
hum se tum ho tum se hum hai
tum wada ho hum bhi kasam hai phir kaisi takrar

phul hum hai tum ho khushbu
hum hai payal tum ho ghungaru
aish hum hai tum ho laila hir hum hai tum ho ranjha
dard hum hai tum masli ho
tum ho jalwa hum hai parda
jalwa parda jalwa jalwa parda parda parda

Artifice cannot conceal, bound by its own design,
Fragrance cannot arise, oh, fragrance cannot be known.
From paper blooms, these faces, oh these faces,
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.
Thousands perish, when they bloom in youth's spring,
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.
Thousands perish, when they bloom in youth's spring,
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.

Truth cannot be hidden, it spills forth from the lips,
The echo in the dome, the echo in the dome,
Returns and strikes again, the young, oh the young.
These young ones are treacherous, born of deceit,
They are kind to steal your tongue.
These young ones are treacherous, born of deceit.

They become arrows, aiming at our hearts,
Sometimes they sneak in the night to meet,
Sometimes they threaten, evading the eye,
No one understands, no one knows their ways, their tale.
In a moment, they make one a madman, in a moment, they deny,
Sometimes embracing in arms, sometimes shyly clinging,
Sometimes descending into breaths, and sometimes sighing,
They seize the garment, from which they become foes,
They become arrows, aiming at our hearts,
We are the arrows, and they are the bows,
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.
Thousands perish, when they bloom in youth's spring,
These faces are treacherous, born of deceit.
Thousands perish, when they bloom in youth's spring.

Strange, they have no faith, even in God,
No peace for a moment, in any place.
These are unfortunate madmen, not wise,
Bright faces, dark hearts, these are the spears in our hearts.
They are lovers of purpose, see their love,
To bloom a flower on a stone, this is their ancient delight,
They want you a little, they also consider him God.
And when they change their gaze, they forget these paths,
Strange, they have no faith, even in God,
They are suspicious, even of their own shadows.
These young ones are treacherous, born of deceit,
They are kind to steal your tongue.
These young ones are treacherous, born of deceit.

You love me, I offer you fidelity,
This is a bond of bodies and souls, what should I say to you?
You tell me, then, why distance yourself from me?
We are the sun, you are the moonlight,
You are from us, we are from you,
You are the promise, we are the oath, then what dispute?

We are the flower, you are the fragrance,
We are the anklet, you are the bells,
We are the luxury, you are Laila, Heera, we are you, Ranjha,
We are the pain, you are the remedy,
You are the brilliance, we are the veil,
Brilliance, veil, brilliance, brilliance, veil, veil, veil.