jab mera aanchal dhalega saap dilo par chelega
milke maje me jhumege nashe me
jalane vala jalega dil se dil jab milega
dunia ko to khalega chahe koi tadpe chahe koi bhadke
ulfat me ab chelega jab mera aanchal dhalega

thandi thandi aahe to bhare ga koi
bharle meri bahe kya karega koi
thandi thandi aahe to bhare ga koi
bharle meri bahe kya karega koi
dur hi dur se hath malega
jab mera aanchal dhalega saap dilo par chelega
milke maje me jhumege nashe me
jalane vala jalega dil se dil jab milega

firse jara milke lahrana to hoga pyar jawa hoke diwana to hoga
firse jara milke lahrana to hoga pyar jawa hoke diwana to hoga
ye zami ye aasma aa kahi le ja dil se dil jab milega
dunia ko to khalega chahe koi tadpe chahe koi bhadke
ulfat me ab chelega jab mera aanchal dhalega

sikhe koi tumse nishana lagana
dekho ho ke ghayal tadpe jamana
sikhe koi tumse nishana lagana
dekho ho ke ghayal tadpe jamana
fir to phul koi or khilega
jab mera aanchal dhalega saap dilo par chelega
milke maje me jhumege nashe me
jalane vala jalega dil se dil jab milega
dunia ko to khalega chahe koi tadpe chahe koi bhadke
ulfat me ab chelega jab mera aanchal dhalega

When my veil descends, serpents of hearts will writhe,
Lost in revelry, we'll sway, intoxicated.
The jealous will burn, as hearts embrace,
The world will chafe, though some may weep, may rage.
Love's madness unfurls, when my veil descends.

Cool sighs they'll draw, those left behind,
Embrace my arms, what else can they find?
Cool sighs they'll draw, those left behind,
Embrace my arms, what else can they find?
From afar, a hand will reach in vain,
When my veil descends, serpents of hearts will writhe,
Lost in revelry, we'll sway, intoxicated.
The jealous will burn, as hearts embrace.

Again, together, we must sway and flow,
Love, now awakened, wild will grow.
Again, together, we must sway and flow,
Love, now awakened, wild will grow.
Earth and sky, take us away, where hearts meet,
The world will chafe, though some may weep, may rage.
Love's madness unfurls, when my veil descends.

Learn from you the art of the aim,
See, wounded, the world in torment, the flame.
Learn from you the art of the aim,
See, wounded, the world in torment, the flame.
Then, a flower of this moment, it will bloom,
When my veil descends, serpents of hearts will writhe,
Lost in revelry, we'll sway, intoxicated.
The jealous will burn, as hearts embrace,
The world will chafe, though some may weep, may rage.
Love's madness unfurls, when my veil descends.