sarakti jaye rukh se nakaab ahista ahista
sarakti jaye rukh se nakaab ahista ahista
niklta aa raha hai aftaab ahista ahista
sarakti jaye rukh se nakaab ahista ahista

jawab haone lage jab wo
to ham se kar liya parda
jawab haone lage jab wo
to ham se kar liya parda
haye yakalaklt aai aur
shabaab ahista ahista
sarkti jaye rukh se
nakaab ahista ahista

hamare aur tumahre pyar me
bas fark hai itna
hamare aur tumahre pyar me
bas fark hai itna
idhar to jaldi jaldi hai
udhar ahista ahista
sarkti jaye rukh se
nakaab ahista ahista

wo bedardi se sar kaate "ameer"
aur main kahun un se
wo bedardi se sar kaate "ameer"
aur main kahun un se
niklta raha hai aftaab ahista ahista
sarkti jaye rukh se
nakaab ahista ahista

The veil descends, a slow, soft slide,
Across her face, where secrets hide,
The sun itself, begins to gleam,
Emerging softly, from a dream.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.

When youth began to bloom and rise,
She hid her face from longing eyes,
Modesty bloomed, with blushing grace,
And beauty dawned, with slow embrace.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.

Our love, a tale of different pace,
A subtle difference we embrace,
Here, passion burns with fiery speed,
There, tenderness, a planted seed.
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.

"Ameer," they'd sever with a cruel hand,
And I would whisper, in this land,
"My love, be gentle, if you please,"
"My love, oh gently, bring me ease,"
The sun arose, with slow release,
The veil descends, a slow, soft slide.