sona na sitaro ka hai kahna khwabo ke andhere me na rahna
aayenge sajan tere aye dil jagte rahna sona na sitaro ka hai kahna
khawabo ke andhere me na rahna aayenge sajan tere aye dil
jagte rahna thodi si bas aur hai rain zudai ki
thodi si bas aur hai rain zudai ki
jabhi to chandaniya pakne lagi kuch muskai si
yuhi to halke halke tapte huye khushi se har gam sahna
sona na sitaro ka hai kahna khawabo ke andhere me na rahna
aayenge sajan tere aye dil jagte rahna

mai to unki dur se aahat sunti hu mai to unki dur se aahat sunti hu
jabhi to mahakti lat me kaliya chunti hu
jabhi to chham chham chham chalti hu
mai milan ak pehan gehana o ho sona na sitaro ka hai kahna
khawabo ke andhere me na rahna
aayenge sajan tere aye dil jagte rahna

hoga kab tak samna puchhna ye humse
hoga kab tak samna puchh na ye humse
ban gaye chilman gehari ghata chahe bijli chamke
kisi ki khilti milti chitvan ke khayalo me magan rahna
o ho sona na sitaro ka hai kahna
khawabo ke andhere me na rahna
aayenge sajan tere aye dil jagte rahna
sona na sitaro ka hai kahna khawabo ke andhere me na rahna
aayenge sajan tere aye dil jagte rahna

Do not slumber, the stars whisper low,
Do not linger in dreams' shadowed glow.
Your beloved comes, O heart, awake,
Do not slumber, for the stars' sweet sake.

Do not slumber, in dreams' shadowed keep,
Your beloved comes, secrets to sweep.
Awake, for a little while, this night of parting,
Awake, for a little while, the heart is smarting.
And then, the moonbeams ripen now, a smile upon their face,
And then, the moonbeams ripen now, in this tender embrace.
So softly, gently, warm with joy, endure each sorrow's sting,
Do not slumber, the stars whisper low,
Do not linger in dreams' shadowed glow.
Your beloved comes, O heart, awake.

From afar, I hear his footfall's trace,
From afar, I hear his coming's space.
And thus, in my perfumed hair, I twine the buds of spring,
And thus, I move, with joyful chime,
A jewel of union, I shall wear, a life sublime.
Do not slumber, the stars whisper low,
Do not linger in dreams' shadowed glow.
Your beloved comes, O heart, awake.

How long will the wait now be? Do not ask of me,
How long will the wait now be? Do not ask me.
A veil is woven, dark clouds gather, lightning's fiery art,
Lost in the thought of meeting's grace,
Do not slumber, the stars whisper low,
Do not linger in dreams' shadowed glow.
Your beloved comes, O heart, awake.
Do not slumber, the stars whisper low,
Do not linger in dreams' shadowed glow.
Your beloved comes, O heart, awake.