aati hai to chal mere saath me
de de sathiya haatho ko haath me
rahanaa hai har pal ab tere saath me
le le sathiya haatho ko haath me
mor ke sag hai morani saavan ke saath ghata
nadi ke sag naav hai mausam ke saath hava
aati hai to chal mere saath me

tu jo muskuraae khil jaae guche gulazar ke
teri chotiyo me rani mahake phul bahar ke
par hai suhane tere mithe mithe bol re
aa re jaa o bhavare naa aage pichhe dol re
zor pe hai puravaiya dupatta ud naa jaae
kalaai tu jo pakade meri chudi sharamaae ho ho
aati hai to chal mere saath me
le le sathiya haatho ko haath me

mere sapano ki payal chhanake gore paav me
zara der baithe aaj ham palako ki chhav me
saanso me sitar pe hamajoli tera naam hai
teri meri prit ki pavan sinduri shaam hai
dur vadi me jaae kisi dulhan ki doli
saje hai arama aise saji jaisi ragili
aati hai to chal mere saath me
de de sathiya haatho ko haath me
rahanaa hai har pal ab tere saath me
le le sathiya haatho ko haath me
mor ke sag hai morani saavan ke saath ghata
nadi ke sag naav hai mausam ke saath hava
aati hai to chal mere saath me

Come, walk with me, if you will,
Place your hand in mine, and still
I'll stay with you, in every breath,
Take my hand, escape from death.
The peahen with the peacock's grace,
The cloud with monsoon's swift embrace,
The boat with river, wind with time,
Come, walk with me, in this sublime.

When you smile, gardens bloom anew,
And in your braids, the flowers imbue
With fragrance, as the seasons turn.
Your words, my love, my soul will burn.
Come hither, bee, and do not stray,
Lest the wind blows my shawl away.
If you hold my wrist, I'll blush,
Come, walk with me, in love's soft hush.
Take my hand, escape from death.

My dreams' anklets, on fair feet,
Today, in shadows, let us meet.
In my breath, a sitar's soft sound,
Your name, my friend, forever bound.
Our love, a sacred, crimson night,
Across the valley, a bridal flight,
Adorned like a painted dream,
Come, walk with me, by the stream,
Take my hand, escape from death.
I'll stay with you, in every breath,
Take my hand, escape from death.
The peahen with the peacock's grace,
The cloud with monsoon's swift embrace,
The boat with river, wind with time,
Come, walk with me, in this sublime.