khaamosh hai zamaanaa, chup-chaap hain sitaare
aaraam se hai duniyaa, bekal hain dil ke maare
aise mein koyi aahat, is tarah aa rahi hai
jaise ki chal rahaa hai, man mein koyi hamaare
yaa dil dhadak rahaa hai, ik aas ke sahaare

aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa aayegaa aanewaalaa
aayegaa, aayegaa, aanewaalaa,

aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa aanewaalaa
aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa

deepak bagair kaise, parwaane jal rahe hain
deepak bagair kaise, parwaane jal rahe hain
koyi nahin chalaataa, aur teer chal rahe hain
koyi nahin chalaataa, aur teer chal rahe hain
tadpegaa koyi kab tak, be-aas be-sahaare
tadpegaa koyi kab tak, be-aas be-sahaare
lekin ye kah rahe hain, dil ke mere ishaare
aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa aanewaalaa,
aayegaa aayegaa, aayegaa

bhatki huyi jawaani, manzil ko dhoondhti hai
bhatki huyi jawaani, manzil ko dhoondhti hai
maajhi bagair nayyaa, saahil ko dhoondhti hai
maajhi bagair nayyaa, saahil ko dhoondhti hai
kyaa jaane dil ki kashti, kab tak lage kinaare
kyaa jaane dil ki kashti, kab tak lage kinaare
lekin ye kah rahe hain, dil ke mere ishaare

aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa aanewaalaa,
aayegaa aayegaa, aayegaa, aayegaa

The world is hushed, stars stand in silent grace,
The world at rest, a heart finds no embrace.
Then, a whisper, a presence drawing near,
As if a footstep echoes in my fear,
Or hope's heartbeat, a solace, shining clear.
He will come, he will come, he will come, he will come, the One,
He will come, he will come.

He will come, he will come, he will come, he will come, the One,
He will come, he will come.
Without a lamp, the moths still meet their pyre,
Without a lamp, the moths still meet their fire.
No hand to draw the arrow, yet they fly,
No hand to draw the arrow, piercing the sky.
How long the pangs of longing, hope denied,
How long the pangs of longing, nowhere to hide?
Yet, whispers rise, a message from inside,
He will come, he will come, he will come, he will come, the One,
He will come, he will come.

Youth astray, seeks a destination's gleam,
Youth astray, seeks a destination's dream.
A rudderless boat, still searching for the shore,
A rudderless boat, still yearning evermore.
When will this heart's vessel reach its land?
When will this heart's vessel reach its sand?
Yet, whispers rise, a message from the hand,
He will come, he will come, he will come, he will come, the One,
He will come, he will come, he will come, he will come.