ae husne bekhabar tujhe takne ko ek najar
jhukata toh hoga roj tere ghar pe mehatab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab, ae jane chaman

mal mal ke jism itana bhi pani me mat naha
mal mal ke jism itana bhi pani me mat naha
dar hai kahi yeh pani bhi ban jaye na sharab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab, ae jane chaman

bago ke aas pas bhi jana naa bhul ke
bago ke aas pas bhi jana naa bhul ke
hoga bhari bahar me phulo ka ji kharab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab, ae jane chaman

tujhko banane wala bhi sau koshishe kare
tujhko banane wala bhi sau koshishe kare
la naa sakega dhundh ke tera koi jawab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab
ae jane chaman tera gora badan jaise khilata hua gulab
jalim teri jawani, kayamat tera shabab, ae jane chaman

Oh, beauty unaware, for a single glance of you,
The moon must daily bow before your door.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour, oh, flower of the garden.

Do not bathe your form, so fair, and linger long,
Lest even water, touched by you, become wine.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour, oh, flower of the garden.

Do not forget to wander near the gardens, too,
Lest in the spring's rich flush, the flowers despair.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour, oh, flower of the garden.

Even your maker, in a hundred efforts' sway,
Even your maker, in a hundred efforts' sway,
Could never find another, such to compare.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour.
Oh, flower of the garden, your fair form, a rose in bloom,
Cruel is your youth, your prime, a judgment to pour, oh, flower of the garden.