khushi jisne khoji wo dhan leke lota
hansi jisne khoji chaman leke lota
magar pyar ko khojne jo chala wo
na tan leke lota na man leke lota

subaha na aayi, sham na aayi
subaha na aayi, sham na aayi
jis din teri yaad na aayi, yaad na aayi
subaha na aayi, sham na aayi

kaisi lagan lagi ye tujhse, kaisi lagan ye lagi
hansi kho gayi, khushi kho gayi
aansu tak sab rahan ho gaye
arthi tak nilam ho gayi, arthi tak nilam ho gayi
duniya ne dushmani nibhayi, yaad na aayi
subaha na aayi, sham na aayi

tum mil jate to ho jati puri apni ram kahani
khandhar taz mahal ban jata, ganga jal aankho ka pani
sanso ne hathkadi lagayi, yaad na aayi
subaha na aayi, sham na aayi

jaise bhi ho, tum aa jao, jaise bhi ho, tum aa jao
aa jao aa jao tum aa jao
aag lagi hai tan me aur man me
aag lagi hai tan me aur man me
ek tar ki duri hai ek tar ki duri hai
bas daman aur qafan me
huyi mot ke sang sagayi, yaad na aayi
aa jao, aa jao, aa jao, aa jao, aa jao, aa jao

He who sought joy, returned with wealth in hand,
He who sought laughter, returned with a blooming land.
But he who sought love, who embarked on that quest,
Returned with neither body nor mind at rest.

No dawn arrived, no evening descended,
No dawn arrived, no evening extended.
The day your memory didn’t come, was not remembered.
No dawn arrived, no evening descended.

What devotion, this you've inspired,
What devotion has transpired.
Laughter vanished, joy took flight,
Even tears became a captive sight.
Even the funeral pyre was sold outright,
Even the funeral pyre was sold outright.
The world played foe, did not invite, was not remembered.
No dawn arrived, no evening descended.

If we'd met, our epic would be complete,
Each home a Taj, our tears a Ganga's greet.
My breath forged chains, did not invite, was not remembered.
No dawn arrived, no evening descended.

However you may be, oh, come to me,
However you may be, oh, come to me.
Come, oh come, oh come to me.
Fire burns within, both soul and frame,
Fire burns within, both soul and frame.
A thread of distance, a thread alone,
Between my shroud and my domain.
Death became my wedded bride, did not invite, was not remembered.
Come, oh come, oh come.
Come, oh come, oh come.