achraj sa hai, hairat si hai kyu
jane kahan, kyu, kaise, kab
jake atka hai man
jane kahan, kyu, kaise, kab
jake atka hai man

iska rawiya jaise aanwara mausam
pahle to kahin bhi, kabhi bhi
nahi jake atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man

isme dophar ki tarah
gunguni si hansi ka ghunt hai
naram si shawl hai
mithi si gudgudati dhup hai
sapne me hai, ik sapna bhi
apna nahi, par hai apna bhi
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man
ik sapne me atka hai man

A wonder this is, a marvel's hold,
Why, where, how, when,
Has the heart been caught?
Why, where, how, when,
Has the heart been caught?

Its nature, a vagrant season's whim,
Never before, anywhere, anytime,
Had the heart been caught.
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught.

Like afternoon's embrace,
A warm, gentle laughter's sip,
A tender shawl,
A sweet, tickling sunbeam.
In a dream it resides, and the dream itself,
Not mine, yet belonging to me.
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught,
In a dream, the heart is caught.