aawara kahata tha mujhe ye jaha
jis din paaya jaanam tujhe meharba
aawara kahata tha mujhe ye jaha
jis din paaya jaanam tujhe meharba
aabad hone lagi suni se ye
karne laga pyar main
karne laga aashiki, mere dil ne pukara
aawara aawara aawara
aawara kahata tha mujhe ye jaha
jis din paaya jaanam tujhe meharba
aawara kahata tha

kuchh tere jalwo ne deewana kiya
kuchh to is dil se bhi sharart huyi
mere tasvvur mein bas tu hi tu
tujhse jaanam yu mohabbat huyi
sadiyo se mujhko bhi teri aarju
badli hai kismat ye mili jab se tu
aabad hone lagi suni si ye jinadgi
karne laga pyar main
karne laga aashiki, mere dil ne pukara
aawara aawara aawara
aawara kahata tha

jis din se najro mein tu shamil hui
har shay mein karta hu najara tera
yu hi bhatkata rehta main saari umar
mujhko agar na milta sahara tera
ab koi hasrat hai na kuchh aas hai
teri wafa ab to mere paas hai
aabad hone lagi suni se ye jinadgi
karne laga pyar main
karne laga aashiki, mere dil ne pukara
aawara aawara aawara

The world once called me wanderer, lost,
Until the day, my love, you came to me, a grace.
The world once called me wanderer, lost,
Until the day, my love, you came to bless this space.
Then barren life began to bloom anew,
And I, at last, found love’s true art,
Began to love,
Began to yearn, my heart did plead,
A wanderer, a wanderer, a wanderer.
The world once called me wanderer, lost,
Until the day, my love, you came to me, a grace.
A wanderer it called me.

Your radiance, a madness in my soul,
And mischief stirred within my very core.
You, only you, within my thoughts did dwell,
My love, with you, this heart began to soar.
For ages, I have yearned for your embrace,
My fate transformed, since I found your face.
Then barren life began to bloom anew,
And I, at last, found love’s true art,
Began to love,
Began to yearn, my heart did plead,
A wanderer, a wanderer, a wanderer.
The world once called me.

Since the day you entered my sight,
In every thing, your vision I now see.
I might have wandered lost, through all my days,
Had I not found your guiding hand for me.
Now no more desires, no hope I crave,
Your loyalty, my treasure, I now have.
Then barren life began to bloom anew,
And I, at last, found love’s true art,
Began to love,
Began to yearn, my heart did plead,
A wanderer, a wanderer, a wanderer.