Yeh reshamee julfe,
yeh sharbatee aȧkhe
Inhe dekhkar
jee rahe hȧi sabhee
Jo yeh aȧkhe sharam
se jhuk jayegee
Saree bate yahee
bas ruk jayegee
Chup rehanaa ye afasaanaa
koyee inn ko naa batlaanaa
Julfe magaaroor itnee
ho jayegee
Jee ko tarasaayegee
Dil ko taṛapayegee,
Yeh kar dengee divaanaa
koyee inko naa batalaanaa
Saare inki shikayat karte hai
Phir bhee inse mohabaat karte hai
Ye kyaa jadoo hai jaane
phire chaak gire voh divaane
Everyone is mesmerized by these silky tresses and intoxicating eyes.
If these eyes are ever downcast with shame, everything will just stop right here and all the stories will stop; no one can say anything to her! Everyone will just look at these lovely eyes and hair and live with that.
The hair will be so full of pride, it will torture the heart and will bring fears to mind. It will make us crazy, no one can tell her anything because of that.
Everyone can complain, but they will still love them. That is the magic of it all.
Do Raaste (1969); Mohammad Rafi
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