koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
kya jane kisaka intajar, ho o o
koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
kya jane kisaka intajar, ho o o
ye bhi na janu, laharake anchal kisako bulaye bar bar

sochu ye hai ungaliyan, kis ke pyar ki
galon ko chhuye jo dali bahar ki
chhuye jo dali bahar ki
sochu ye hai ungaliyan, kis ke pyar ki
galon ko chhuye jo dali bahar ki
koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
kya jane kisaka intajar, kya jane kisaka intajar

pani mein chhabi main, dekhu khadi khadi
balon mein saja ke, kaliyan badi badi, saja ke kaliya badi badi
pani me chhabi mai dekhu khadi khadi, fir banu ap hi bekarar
koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
kya jane kisaka intajar, kya jane kisaka intajar

wadi mein nishan mere hi panw ke
fulon pe hain, rang meri hi chhanw ke
hai rang meri hi chhanw ke
wadi mein nishan mere hi panw ke
fir bhi kyon aye na ayetabar
koi nahi hain, fir bhi hain muz ko
kya jane kisaka intajar, ho o o
ye bhi na janu lahara ke aanchal, kisko bulaye bar bar
kya jane kisaka intajar, kya jane kisaka intajar

Though none exists, I feel a presence near,
Though none exists, a yearning I hold dear.
What waits, I ponder, oh, oh, oh?
Though none exists, a longing to appear.
What waits, I ponder, oh, oh, oh?
I know not whom my flowing veil calls near,
Again and again, my heart does fear.

I wonder, are these fingers, love's own art,
That brush my cheeks, like spring's fresh start?
Like spring's fresh start, with vibrant heart.
I wonder, are these fingers, love's own art?
Who is this breeze, this spring's new part?
Though none exists, a presence I hold dear.
What waits, I ponder, what waits so near?

Within the water, I see my form stand,
Adorning my hair with blooms of fair land,
With blooms of fair land, a floral command.
Within the water, I see my form stand,
Then restless I become, across the sand.
Though none exists, a presence I hold dear.
What waits, I ponder, what waits so near?

In valleys deep, my footprints softly lie,
Upon the flowers, my shadows do sigh,
My shadows do sigh, beneath the sky.
In valleys deep, my footprints softly lie,
Yet faith eludes me, as moments fly.
Though none exists, a presence I hold dear.
What waits, I ponder, oh, oh, oh?
I know not whom my flowing veil calls near,
Again and again, my heart does fear.
What waits, I ponder, what waits so near?