baalam se milan hoga sharmane ke din aaye
maarenge najar saiya mar jane ke din aaye
baalam se milan hoga sharmane ke din aaye
maarenge najar saiya mar jane ke din aaye

babul ka more aangan bichda chhuti re mori sakhiya
neer bahaye ghungat me mori laaj ki maari ankhiya
mori laaz ki mari ankhiya
bachpan ke wo din guiya yaad aane ke din aaye
baalam se milan hoga sharmane ke din aaye

pee sang more nain milenge dhadhkat mori chatiya
man hi man me dolungi main to preet ki sun ke batiya
main to preet ki sun ke batiya
thaamenge sajan baiya bal khane ke din aaye
baalam se milan hoga sharmane ke din aaye
maarenge najar saiya mar jane ke din aaye

My Beloved, our meeting nears, shy days now bloom,
His gaze will strike, my soul takes flight, to death I'm doomed.
My Beloved, our meeting nears, shy days now bloom,
His gaze will strike, my soul takes flight, to death I'm doomed.

My father's yard, now parting time, my friends depart,
Tears well, my veil conceals, shame pierces my heart.
My shame-struck eyes now weep,
Childhood's days, now memories, recall and re-dream.
My Beloved, our meeting nears, shy days now bloom.

His gaze and mine, they'll meet, my heart will race and drum,
My heart will dance, to love's soft tune, I will succumb.
To love's soft words, my heart will sway,
My love will hold my arms, to sway and to dream.
My Beloved, our meeting nears, shy days now bloom,
His gaze will strike, my soul takes flight, to death I'm doomed.