raahi matwaale tu chhed ik baar man ka sitaar
jaane kab chori chori aayi hai bahaar
chhed man ka sitaar raahi matwaale

dekh dekh chakori ka man hua chanchal
chanda ke mukhde pe badli ka aanchal
dekh dekh chakori ka man hua chanchal
chanda ke mukhde pe badli ka aanchal
kabhi chhupe kabhi khile rup ka nikhaar
khile rup ka nikhaar raahi matwaale

kali kali chum ke pavan kahe khil ja
kali kali chum ke pavan kahe khil ja
khili khili bhanware se kahe aa ke mil ja
aa piya mil ja kali kali chum ke
dil ne suni kahi dil ki pukaar
dil ne suni kahi dil ki pukaar
dil ki pukaar raahi matwaale

raat bani dulhan bhigi hui palake
bhini bhini khushbu se saagar chhalke
raat bani dulhan bhigi hui palake
bhini bhini khushbu se saagar chhalke
aise mile naino se naina chaar
zara naina ho chaar

raahi matwaale tu chhed ik baar man ka sitaar
jaane kab chori chori aayi hai bahaar
chhed man ka sitaar raahi matwaale

O, traveler, lost in bliss, once more strum the heart's sitar,
For spring has tiptoed in, stealing the light afar.
Strum the heart's sitar, O, traveler, lost in bliss.

The chakori's heart, seeing, turns to flutter and dance,
As clouds embrace the moon's beloved countenance.
Seeing, the chakori's heart, turns to flutter and dance,
Upon the moon's face, the clouds' soft expanse.
Now veiled, now revealed, beauty's bloom takes hold,
Beauty's bloom takes hold, O, traveler, lost in bliss.

Each bud the wind kisses, whispering, "Unfold,"
Each bud the wind kisses, whispering, "Unfold,"
And to the bees, it murmurs, "Come, be bold,
Come, my love, unite," each bud the wind has told,
The heart's own call, the heart's own call, is heard,
The heart's own call, O, traveler, lost in bliss.

The night, a bride now, with lashes drenched in tears,
From gentle scents, the ocean's joy appears.
The night, a bride now, with lashes drenched in tears,
From gentle scents, the ocean's joy appears.
Thus eyes meet eyes, in moments held so dear,
Let glances meet, my love, let glances meet.

O, traveler, lost in bliss, once more strum the heart's sitar,
For spring has tiptoed in, stealing the light afar.
Strum the heart's sitar, O, traveler, lost in bliss.