intaha ho gai, intazaar ki
aai na kuch khabar, mere yaar ki
ye hame hai yaqeen, bevafa vo nahi
phir vajah kya hui, intazaar ki

intaha ho gai, intazaar ki
aai na kuch khabar, mere yaar ki
ye hame hai yaqeen, bevafa vo nahi
phir vajah kya hui, intazaar ki, intazaar ki

gham ke andhere dhale, bujh gaye sitaare jale
dekha tujhe to dilo me jaan aai
hotho pe taraane saje, aramaan deewaane jage
baaho me aake tu aise sharamaai
chha gai phir vahi bekhudi
chha gai phir vahi bekhudi

baat jo hai us me baat vo yaha kahi nahi kisi me
vo hai meri bas hai meri, shor hai yahi gali gali me
ho saath saath vo hai mere gham me
mere dil ki har khushi me
zindagi me vo nahi to kuch nahi hai meri zindagi me
bujh na jaaye ye shama, aitabaar ki
intaha ho gai, intazaar ki
aai na kuch khabar, mere yaar ki
ye hame hai yaqeen, bevafa vo nahi
phir vajah kya hui, intazaar ki, intazaar ki
intazaar ki, intazaar ki, intazaar ki, intazaar ki

The waiting stretches, an endless shore,
No tidings come, of the one I adore.
I hold the faith, that betrayal’s not there,
Then why this burden, of waiting to bear?

The waiting stretches, an endless expanse,
No whisper arrives, of my lover’s glance.
I know in my heart, they can’t be untrue,
Then what is the cause, of this waiting anew?

The shadows of sorrow, begin to recede,
The stars grow dim, as embers bleed.
Then seeing your face, life surged in each heart,
And songs bloomed on lips, a brand new start.
Desires awakened, wild and untamed,
In your embrace, such shyness, now framed.
Then again, that trance, the world falls away,
Again that sweet trance, at the close of the day.

The magic she holds, unmatched and so rare,
None else possess, a beauty to share.
She is mine, and mine alone, the whole street does proclaim,
Always with me, in sorrow and gain.
In the joy of my soul, she is always found,
Without her in life, nothing is profound.
Lest this lamp of trust, should ever fade to dark,
The waiting stretches, leaving its mark.
No tidings come, of my lover so true,
I hold the belief, their love will renew.
Then what is the reason, of waiting’s domain?
Of waiting, and waiting, again and again.