intajaar ki lanbi raate kat jayengi aankho me
teri yaad aayegi jab jab phul khilenge shakho me
wo royi hogi jo yu baithe baithe mera khayaal aayaa hoga
yaado ke ghere me usne khudko kitana tanha paya hoga
naa jane kaise usne mujhe bhulaya hoga
meri khaatir shaam ko tune roj shingaar kiya hoga
subah udhkar bhaari man se roj utara hoga

tasvir aankho me liya ham to yaado me jiye
pure wo ho naa sake vaade jo humne kiye
use bhi tuti kasmo ne rulaaya hoga
use bhi tuti kasmo ne rulaaya hoga
wo royi hogi jo yu baithe baithe mera khayal aaya hoga

wo jab milne aati thi ek khushbu lekar aati thi
wo milkar chal deti thi magar wo khushbu reh jati thi
wo badan shabnam kaa tha husn wo punam ka tha
rang uske roop me jaise har mausam kaa tha
hatho se apne use rab ne banaya hoga
hatho se apne use rab ne banaya hoga
wo royi hogi jo yu baithe baithe mera khayaal aaya hoga

jhuki jhuki si ankhiyo se milti hogi sakhiyo se
baago me naa boli hogijakar phulo kaliyo se
dard ye tadpaayega wo sada yaad ayega
ab jake saath hi dil se ye gam jayega
na bhula main use na usne mujhe bhulaya hoga
na bhula main use na usne mujhe bhulaya hoga
wo royi hogi jo yu baithe baithe mera khayaal aaya hoga

naa juda honge hummaut se bhi sanam
jaan hai tu meri saath hai har kadam
naa juda honge hummaut se bhi sanam
jaan hai tu meri saath hai har kadam
naa juda honge hummaut se bhi sanam
jaan hai tu meri saath hai har kadam
naa juda honge hummaut se bhi sanam
jaan hai tu meri saath hai har kadam
naa judaa honge hum

Long nights of waiting will finally fade from sight,
In my eyes, your memory will take its flight.
Each time the blossoms bloom upon the bough,
She must have wept, a thought of me somehow,
Arrived in her heart, a sudden, aching tear,
How lonely must she feel, consumed by fear.
I wonder how she managed to forget,
For me, each evening, did she still adorn,
And each dawn rise, a heavy heart was born.

Holding your picture, our lives in memory reside,
The promises we made, yet could not abide.
The broken vows, they too must have brought her pain,
She must have wept, when thoughts of me, again,
Would rise unbidden, filling her with dread.

When she would come, a fragrance would appear,
And after meeting, she would disappear,
But the scent remained, a lingering delight,
Her form was dew, her beauty, the moon's soft light,
Her colors held the essence of each season's grace,
With his own hands, the Lord must have made her face,
With his own hands, the Lord must have made her face,
She must have wept, when thoughts of me, again,
Would rise unbidden, filling her with pain.

With downcast eyes, she speaks to her friends,
In gardens, silent, her spirit transcends,
The flowers and the buds, their vibrant hue,
This pain will torment, and she will long for you.
Now, only now, the sorrow from my heart will flee,
I did not forget her, nor did she forget me,
I did not forget her, nor did she forget me,
She must have wept, when thoughts of me, again,
Would rise unbidden, filling her with pain.

We will not part, not even at death's door, my love,
You are my life, with me, in every move,
We will not part, not even at death's door, my love,
You are my life, with me, in every move,
We will not part, not even at death's door, my love,
You are my life, with me, in every move,
We will not part, not even at death's door, my love,
You are my life, with me, in every move,
We will not part.