hum the intzaar me ghayal tere pyar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me ghayal tere pyar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me

mausam mjedaar tha tabiyat bekraar thi
tum nahi the sath me chandani bekar thi
ho chandani bekar thi
mausam mjedaar tha tabiyat bekraar thi
tum nahi the sath me chandani bekar thi
ho chandani bekar thi
sawan se papihe ki pyar ki pukar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me

do dilo ke saaj pe ek raag ched do
zindagi hsi ho wo bhi bairag ched do
do dilo ke saaj pe ek raag ched do
zindagi hsi ho wo bhi bairag ched do
geet hai sitaar me dard taar taar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me

main solah singaar me taaro bhari raat hu
pushp me doobi hui pyar ki sogat hu
main pyar ki sogat hu
main solah singaar me taaro bhari raat hu
pushp me doobi hui pyar ki sogat hu
main pyar ki sogat hu
jhumati hu raat bhar taaro ki kataar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me
hum the intzaar me ghayal tere pyar me
bichade hue balama mil gaye bahaar me
hum the intzaar me

We were wounded, waiting for your love,
Separated lovers met in spring's dance above.
We were wounded, waiting.

The season, a pleasure, the heart in unrest,
Without you, the moonlight, a joy suppressed.
Oh, moonlight suppressed.
The season, a pleasure, the heart in unrest,
Without you, the moonlight, a joy suppressed.
Oh, moonlight suppressed.
In the monsoon's call, the lovebirds' plea,
Separated lovers met, finally free.
We were wounded, waiting.

On the strings of two hearts, let a melody arise,
Make life a laughter, or a sorrow that never dies.
On the strings of two hearts, let a melody arise,
Make life a laughter, or a sorrow that never dies.
A song in the sitar, a pain in each wire,
Separated lovers met, consumed by fire.
We were wounded, waiting.

I am sixteen adornments, a starlit night's embrace,
A gift of love, in petals' soft space.
I am love's gift.
I am sixteen adornments, a starlit night's embrace,
A gift of love, in petals' soft space.
I am love's gift.
I sway the night through, in stars' bright array,
Separated lovers met, at the break of day.
We were wounded, waiting.
We were wounded, waiting for your love,
Separated lovers met in spring's dance above.
We were wounded, waiting.