aye zulf e pereshan e hayaat ab toh sawar jaa
aye zulf e pereshan e hayaat ab toh sawar jaa
din khatam hua aa gayi raat ab toh sawar jaa

ghairon ki bani jaati hai baat ab toh sawar jaa
deewano ki ho jaye na maat ab toh sawar jaa
aye zul e pereshan e hayaat ab toh sawar jaa

aaine se ab aankh milayi nahi jaati
katt jaye par gardan toh jhukayi nahi jaati
jis dar ne tumhein izzat o touqeer aata ki

jis dar ne tumhein khilat o jaageer aata ki
jis dar ne tumhein ek nayi taqdeer aata ki
jis dar e tumhein azmat o taameer aata ki
aaataa kiiii

kya tum yeh do rangi jahaan dekh sakoge
us dar pe firangi ka nishaan dekh sakoge

O tangled tresses of life, now compose,
O tangled tresses of life, now compose.
The day is done, the night arrives, now compose,
Of others' whispers, now compose.
Lest the madness find its tragic close, compose.
O tangled tresses of life, now compose.

The mirror's gaze, no longer met,
Though necks may fall, no yielding yet.
From the threshold that granted honor’s grace,
From the threshold that gave rank and place,
From the threshold that forged a new fate's embrace,
From the threshold that birthed grandeur and space,
Its embrace.

Can you bear this world of duplicity's stain?
Upon that threshold, a foreigner's reign?