shahzade nikle apni sawari par
aji lanat bhejo duniyadari par
hun lakho sitare par din me wo chhupate hai
ham wo sitare shab-o-roz chamkate hai
shahazade nikale apni sawari par
aji lanat bhejo duniyadari par

uchhalati lahro sun lo, khabar ye hamse le lo
tez bahte hai tumse ham hawa magarur hai to kya
teri raftar bhi hai kya hamse tufan ka nikle dam
ye qadam is zami pe hai nigah us falaq pe
har nazar jhukti jaye apni ek jhalak pe
phulo ki haisiyat kya, hai giraft us mahak pe
shahazade nikle apni sawari par
aji lanat bhejo duniyadari par

rango se bhari mahfile hai yahan
khushbu me basi zulfe yahan
shokhi hai kahi sadgi hai kahi
lekin dhundhe ham usko yahan
jo aanhe ek gazal si, jo hansi ho kamal si
bekhudi ka maza jo aashiqi ka nasha wo
kuchh alag ho adaaye pyar de ya sazaye
hun lakho sitare par din me wo chhupate hai
ham wo sitare shab-o-roz chamkate hai


lyrics typed by: neha gupta

The princes ride forth, a procession grand,
Curse this world, this fleeting sand.
A million stars hide when the day is born,
But we, the stars, shine through night and morn.
The princes ride forth, a procession grand,
Curse this world, this fleeting sand.

Listen close, ye waves that leap and churn,
A truth you shall from us now learn.
You flow so swift, we are the wind’s domain,
Arrogant? Perhaps. But does the tempest’s breath remain?
Our steps on earth, yet gaze on heaven’s grace,
Each eye bows low before our radiant face.
What worth have blooms, caught in scent's embrace?
The princes ride forth, a procession grand,
Curse this world, this fleeting sand.

A gathering of hues, a vibrant scene,
Where tresses hold perfume, serene.
Playfulness and simple grace reside,
Yet we search for her, our heart's true guide,
Whose sighs are like a ghazal's art, whose laughter takes the prize,
In ecstasy, love's intoxicating rise.
Unique is her style, of love or penalty,
A million stars hide when the day is born,
But we, the stars, shine through night and morn.