adae bhi hai muhabbat bhi hai sharafat bhi hai mere mahabub me
vo divanapan vo zalim ada sharafat bhi hai mere mahabub me
adae bhi hai muhabbat bhi hai sharafat bhi hai mere mahabub me
vo divanapan vo zalim ada sharafat bhi hai mere mahabub me

na puchho mera dil kaha kho gaya tujhe dekhate hi tera ho gaya
ankho me tu hai mere khvabo me tu hai yado ke mahake gulabo me tu hai
vo sahami nazar vo kamasin nazar chahat bhi hai mere mahabub me
vo divanapan vo masumiyat shararat bhi hai mere mahabub me

sanso ki bahaki lahar ruk gai mujhe sharm ai nazar jhuk gai
ki ham unake kitane karib a gae ye soch ke ham to ghabara gae
vo bankapan vo divanagi inayat bhi hai mere mahabub me
vo divanapan vo masumiyat shararat bhi hai mere mahabub me

muhabbat ki duniya basane chala mai tere lie sab bhulane chala
khushbu koi usaki bato me hai har faisala usake hatho me hai
vo mahaka badan vo sharmilapan nazakat bhi hai mere mahabub me
vo divanapan vo masumiyat shararat bhi hai
adae bhi hai muhabbat bhi hai najakat bhi hai mere mahabub me

In my Beloved, grace resides, love's tender art,
A noble spirit, a compassionate heart.
The wildness, the cruelty, a wicked delight,
Yet virtue blooms, bathed in radiant light.
In my Beloved, grace resides.

Do not ask where my heart has flown,
For at first sight, it became your own.
You dwell within my gaze, within my dreams,
In fragrant roses, by memory's streams.
That shy glance, that innocent air,
Yearning whispers, a love to share.
The wildness, the cruelty, a wicked delight,
Yet virtue blooms, bathed in radiant light.
In my Beloved, grace resides.

The breath held still, a dizzying height,
Shame bowed my gaze, in trembling light.
How near we came, a sudden fright,
And in that thought, my spirit took flight.
That graceful curve, that maddening fire,
Blessing's touch, a soul's desire.
The wildness, the cruelty, a wicked delight,
Yet virtue blooms, bathed in radiant light.
In my Beloved, grace resides.

To build a world of love, I start,
For you alone, I tear apart
All else, and leave the past behind.
Her words exhale a fragrant wind,
Each choice is held within her hand.
That fragrant form, that blushing land,
Delicate beauty, in her embrace.
The wildness, the innocence, a playful grace,
The wildness, the cruelty, a wicked delight,
Yet virtue blooms, bathed in radiant light.
In my Beloved, grace resides.