tan mai man mai nain mai
tum hee tum din rain
phir bhee tumhare darash bin
aavat naahee chain

meree pooja ke phool murajhaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye
meree pooja ke phool murajhaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye

lage hai tan par pahare to kya
khule hai man ke dvaare
lage hai tan par pahare to kya
khule hai man ke dvaare
naina paas sahee par mere
praan hai paas tihaare
jaan hai paas tihaare

meree saanso mein tum hee samaaye ho
prabhu darshan ko man muklaaye
meree pooja ke phool murajhaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye

saavan kee badalee hotee mai
ya it lahar pavan kee
saavan kee badalee hotee mai
ya it lahar pavan kee
tod ke bandan ud aatee mai
chhoone dhul charan kee
chhoone dhul charan kee
kya karoo samajh na aaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye

meree pooja ke phool murajhaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye
sun dagariya chhaaye tum bin
chalatee chita hai man kee
sun dagariya chhaaye tum bin
chalatee chita hai man kee
kar na skee is aag ko thanda
dhaar mere asuvan kee
dhaar mere asuvan kee
ye agni to badhatee jaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye

meree pooja ke phool murajhaaye
tere darshan ko man muklaaye
darshan ko man muklaaye
darshan ko man muklaaye
man muklaaye
man muklaaye

In body, mind, in every sight,
You alone, through day and night.
Yet, without your blessed face,
My heart finds no solace, no grace.
My offering’s blooms now fade,
My heart for your glimpse is made.
My offering’s blooms now fade,
My heart for your glimpse is made.

Though walls of flesh may bind,
The doors of my spirit, you find,
Though walls of flesh may bind,
The doors of my spirit, you find.
My eyes hold you near, it's true,
But my life-breath belongs to you.
My life-breath belongs to you.
In every breath, you reside,
My heart for your glimpse is tied.
My offering’s blooms now fade,
My heart for your glimpse is made.

If I were a monsoon cloud,
Or a breeze through the crowd,
If I were a monsoon cloud,
Or a breeze through the crowd,
Breaking all bonds, I would fly,
To touch the dust where you lie.
To touch the dust where you lie.
What to do, I cannot say,
My heart for your glimpse must pray.

My offering’s blooms now fade,
My heart for your glimpse is made.
Barren is the path without you,
My heart's pyre, it burns anew.
Barren is the path without you,
My heart's pyre, it burns anew.
I cannot quell this raging fire,
With the tears of my desire.
With the tears of my desire.
This fire only grows,
My heart for your glimpse knows.

My offering’s blooms now fade,
My heart for your glimpse is made.
For a glimpse my heart is made,
For a glimpse my heart is made.
My heart is made,
My heart is made.