ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
dilon mein chandni raato ka ahatamaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai

chatak rahi hai kisi yaad ki kari dil mein
chatak rahi hai kisi yaad ki kari dil mein
najar mein ras baharon ki subho shaam liye
najar mein ras baharon ki subho shaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai

mahak mahak ke jagati rahi nasime sahar
mahak mahak ke jagati rahi nasime sahar
labon pe yaar masiha nafaz ka naam liye
labon pe yaar masiha nafaz ka naam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai

kisi khyaal ki khushbu kisi badan ki mahak
kisi khyaal ki khushbu kisi badan ki mahak
dare kafas pe khadi hai shabe paiyaam liye
dare kafas pe khadi hai shabe paiyaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai

baja raha tha kahi door koi shahnaai
baja raha tha kahi door koi shahnaai
utha hun aankhon mein ik khwaab na tamaam liye
utha hun aankhon mein ik khwaab na tamaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
dilon mein chandni raato ka ahatamaam liye
ye kaun aata hai tanhaaiyon mein jaam liye
ye kaun aata hai

Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Bearing the hearts of moonlit nights, so grand.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who is it that comes?

A memory's tendrils, now, within my heart,
A memory's tendrils, now, within my heart,
In eyes, the juice of springs, a constant art.
In eyes, the juice of springs, a constant art.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who is it that comes?

The morning breeze, it woke me, sweet and mild,
The morning breeze, it woke me, sweet and mild,
Upon the lips, the Beloved's name, beguiled.
Upon the lips, the Beloved's name, beguiled.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who is it that comes?

A fragrance, of a thought, a body's scent,
A fragrance, of a thought, a body's scent,
At the cage door, the night, a message sent.
At the cage door, the night, a message sent.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who is it that comes?

A distant flute, its music softly played,
A distant flute, its music softly played,
I rise, with dreams unfinished, unafraid.
I rise, with dreams unfinished, unafraid.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Bearing the hearts of moonlit nights, so grand.
Who comes, in solitudes, with chalices in hand?
Who is it that comes?