tere larianch din kinne bite
kujh kat gaye kujh jama kite
ni main akk gia bol chup teri parhda
tennu padhana na sohnie hai mere vas da

putthian sidhian chhad das aavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan
pavengi ja nahi
koi souhan jhutthian sachian
khavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan
pavengi das aavengi
ik mile na sunehe utton ghaldi
kehrhe passeon gall eh ve fabdi

keh to dardi ye m’kha koi tennu puchhe
ki tun lukdi ye tan jo koi tennu labhe
je maen avan tennu labhan labhengi ja nahi
koi rah nishani apni chhadengi ja nahi
buha khulla kamre apne da rakhengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan
pavengi das aavengi
tennu yad us pal us vaar da
jehrha hoia na si os izhar da
jadon dubia si jadon kujh taria si mai
ki tun vi dubbi si

putthian sidhian chhad das aavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan pavengi ja nahi
koi souhan jhutthian sachian
khavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan
pavengi das aavengi
putthian sidhian chhad das aavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan pavengi ja nahi
koi souhan jhutthian sachian
khavengi ja nahi
mere munh te kesan di chhan
pavengi das aavengi

How many days have bloomed, my love, in your embrace?
Some vanished, some I hold within this space.
I'm weary, reading your veiled words, it's true,
To truly know you, beauty, is beyond my view.

Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
One message lost, a silence takes its hold,
From all sides, this truth must now unfold.

Tell me, darling, if someone asks of you,
You hide yourself, if someone seeks anew.
If I come searching, will you be found, my dear?
Will you leave a trace, a memory to hold near?
Will you leave the door of your room ajar?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
Do you recall that moment, that desire,
That never blossomed, that unspoken fire?
When I sank deep, when something did arise,
Did you drown too, my love, before my eyes?

Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?
Will you come, leaving all behind, in disarray?
Upon my face, will your tresses softly play?
Will you swear oaths, both false and true, with me?
Upon my face, will your tresses be?
Tell me, will you come?