lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai

husn jitna hai gaahe gaahe me
husn jitna hai gaahe gaahe me
husn jitna hai gaahe gaahe me
kab mulaqaat-e-baar-baar me hai
kab mulaqaat-e-baar-baar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai

jaan-o-dil se main haarta hi rahu
jaan-o-dil se main haarta hi rahu
jaan-o-dil se main haarta hi rahu
agar teri jeet meri haar me hai
agar teri jeet meri haar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai

zindagi bhar ki chahato ka sila
zindagi bhar ki chahato ka sila
zindagi bhar ki chahato ka sila
dil me paibast nok-e-khar me hai
dil me paibast nok-e-khar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai

kya hua agar khushi nahi bas me
kya hua agar khushi nahi bas me
kya hua agar khushi nahi bas me
muskurana to ikhtiyaar me hai
muskurana to ikhtiyaar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
wo kahan mausam-e-bahar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai
lutf jo uske intzaar me hai

The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache,
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache,
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.

Beauty, glimpsed in fleeting grace,
Beauty, glimpsed in fleeting grace,
Beauty, glimpsed in fleeting grace,
Where is it found in constant face?
Where is it found in constant face?
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.

My soul and heart, I'll always lose,
My soul and heart, I'll always lose,
My soul and heart, I'll always lose,
If victory for you, I choose.
If victory for you, I choose.
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.

The reward for life's longing plea,
The reward for life's longing plea,
The reward for life's longing plea,
Resides within the thorn in me.
Resides within the thorn in me.
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.

Though joy's embrace may not be mine,
Though joy's embrace may not be mine,
Though joy's embrace may not be mine,
To smile, at least, is still aligned.
To smile, at least, is still aligned.
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache,
Where does it bloom in spring's bright wake?
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache,
The pleasure lies in waiting’s sweet ache.