aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me
aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me
o aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me

ye jo nahi tha, main thi adhuri
aate hi iske ho gayi puri
khot nahi kuch chaal chalan me
khot nahi kuch chaal chalan me
aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me

paap kaho ya punay kaho isko
ye hi hai sacchai
kisko chhupau kisko mitaau
kisko chhupau kisko mitaau
aisi nahi saudai
kyu rahe chand gagan me
aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me

jagmag jagmag ho gaya jivan
wo aanchal me hai roshan
tha jo sitara dur gagan me
tha jo sitara dur gagan me
aane wali hai bahar, sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me
komal tan me
komal tan me

The spring arrives, in gardens bare,
A tender bloom will grace the air,
Within a form so soft and fair.
The spring arrives, in gardens bare,
A tender bloom will grace the air,
Within a form so soft and fair.
Oh, the spring arrives, in gardens bare.

Before, I was but an empty shell,
Its coming whole, my story to tell,
No flaw resides, where it dwells.
No flaw resides, where it dwells.
The spring arrives, in gardens bare,
A tender bloom will grace the air,
Within a form so soft and fair.

Call it sin, or call it grace,
This truth it holds, in time and space,
What to hide, what to erase,
What to hide, what to erase,
No frenzied chase, in this place.
Why the moon, in the heavens' embrace?
The spring arrives, in gardens bare,
A tender bloom will grace the air,
Within a form so soft and fair.

Life now shines, a radiant gleam,
Within its folds, a vibrant dream,
A star descends, from the sky's extreme.
A star descends, from the sky's extreme.
The spring arrives, in gardens bare,
A tender bloom will grace the air,
Within a form so soft and fair,
So soft and fair,
So soft and fair.