ae mussavir, ae mussavir
mere mehboob ki tasveer banaa
ae mussavir
Mere mehboob ki tasveer banaa
tujhse ban jaae ae ae ae
tujhse ban jaae to bigdi hui taqdeer banaa
ae mussavir

zulf aisi ho ki barsaat bhi paani maange
zulf aisi ho ki barsaat bhi paani maange
surkh honthon se
surkh honthon se har ik phool jawaani maange
o o o dil jinhe choom ke
dil jinhe choom ke zakhmon ki nishaani maange
nargisi aankhon me kaajal ke wo hi teer banaa
ae mussavir, ae mussavir
mere mehboob ki tasveer banaa

main tujhe husn ke, andaaz dikhaaun kaise
main tujhe husn ke, andaaz dikhaaun kaise
apni aankhen tere
apni aankhen tere, chehre pe lagaaun kaise
o o o o o o o
tera dar chhod ke ae ae
tera dar chhod ke ab jaaun to jaaun kaise
jisme uljha rahoon din raat wo zanzeer banaa
ae mussavir, ae mussavir
mere mehboob ki tasveer banaa

aaj ye aakhri hasrat bhi, nikal jaane de
aaj ye aakhri hasrat bhi, nikal jaane de
uske jalwon ki
uske jalwon ki jawaan, aag me jal jaane de
o o o o o o o
ya mujhe maut ke ae ae
ya mujhe maut ke, kadmon pe machal jaane de
varnaa jeene ke liye, ab koi taqbeer banaa
ae mussavir, ae mussavir
mere mehboob ki tasveer banaa
tujhse ban jaae ae ae
tujhse ban jaae to bigdi hui taqdeer banaa
ae mussavir

O, Painter, O, Painter,
Paint the portrait of my Beloved.
O, Painter,
Paint the portrait of my Beloved.
If you can, oh, oh, oh,
If you can, make my shattered fate anew.
O, Painter.

Her tresses, a downpour envies,
Her tresses, a downpour envies.
From her crimson lips,
From her crimson lips, each flower begs for youth.
Oh, oh, oh, hearts that kiss,
Hearts that kiss, and beg for the scars to tell.
In her narcissus eyes, create the arrows of kohl.
O, Painter,
Paint the portrait of my Beloved.

How can I show you beauty, its every guise?
How can I show you beauty, its every guise?
How can I place,
How can I place, my eyes upon your face?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Leaving your door, oh, oh,
Leaving your door, where else can I go now?
Create the chain in which I’ll be entangled night and day.
O, Painter, O, Painter,
Paint the portrait of my Beloved.

Let this final longing, even now, depart,
Let this final longing, even now, depart.
Let me burn,
Let me burn in the young fire of her radiance.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Or let me, oh, oh,
Or let me, writhe at the feet of death.
Or, make for me a fate that I might live.
O, Painter, O, Painter,
Paint the portrait of my Beloved.
If you can, oh, oh, oh,
If you can, make my shattered fate anew.
O, Painter.