zaraa si baat pyaar ki zubaan se nikal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
zaraa si baat pyaar ki zubaan se nikal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi

jara idhar to dekhiye nigaahe to milaaiye
jara idhar to dekhiye nigaahe to milaaiye
ye narm honth is tarah naa daanto me dabaaiye
ye honth kya dabe yahaan t6o jaan hi nikal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
zaraa si baat pyaar ki zubaan se nikal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi

humaare pyar ka jawaab gairo ko naa dijiye
humaare pyar ka jawaab gairo ko naa dijiye
jara sambhal ke baithiye paseena ponchh lijiye
ye aap kya chale yahaan chhuri si dil pe chal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
zaraa si baat pyaar ki zubaan se nikal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi

zaraa sharif ladakiyo se baat karanaa sikhiye
zaraa sharif ladakiyo se baat karanaa sikhiye
phir usake baad aayine me apani shaql dekhiye
hamaare mahamaan the to baat aake tal gayi
nahi to log puchhate ke shaql kyo baadal gayi
huzur kyaa khataa hui nigaah kyo badal gayi

A tender word of love, my lips did start,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?
A tender word of love, my lips did start,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?

Look here, I plead, let glances intertwine,
Look here, I plead, let glances intertwine,
Those tender lips, why clenched in such a sign?
These lips, though pressed, a life has slipped away,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their play?
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their play?
A tender word of love, my lips did start,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?

To strangers, do not give love's reply,
To strangers, do not give love's reply,
Sit now with care, and wipe your brow dry.
And when you leave, a knife within the heart,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?
A tender word of love, my lips did start,
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?

Learn how to speak to maidens, pure and bright,
Learn how to speak to maidens, pure and bright,
Then look in mirrors, and examine light,
As guests you came, so words could slip away,
Or else the crowd would ask, why changed your day?
My Lord, what fault, that eyes have changed their art?