sunday kii raat thii pahalii mulaakaat thii
main thaa vo thii main thaa vo thii halkii barasaat thii haay

aaliishaan kisii bangale se gaadii mein vo nikalii
mere pyaar mein jaal mein phans gaii paise vaalii titalii
naukar chaakar ghumenge ab mere aage piichhe
ab to saarii daulat hogii in kadamon ke niiche
saarii duniyaa usake piichhe par vo mere saath thii haan

sunday kii raat thii pahalii mulaakaat thii
vo thaa main thii vo thaa main thii halkii barasaat thii haay
maine usako dekhaa to dil meraa dhak se dhadakaa
sardii ke mausam mein bhii garmii kaa sholaa bhadakaa
pahalii pahalii nazar men ban ga_ii main usakii diivaanii
vo mere sapanon kaa raajaa aur main usakii raanii
sab kuchh usako de diyaa maine usane aisii baat kii saiyaa
sunday kii raat thii

Sunday's night, a first embrace,
It was her, it was me, a gentle rain's trace.

From a grand home, in a car she did appear,
A wealthy butterfly caught in love's snare, my dear.
Servants will bow, before my gaze they'll be,
All the riches now, beneath my decree.
The world pursued her, yet with me she'd stay.

Sunday's night, a first embrace,
It was him, it was me, a gentle rain's trace.

My heart it leaped, when first I saw his face,
In winter's chill, a fiery, burning space.
At first glance I became, completely his,
He, the king of dreams, I his own bliss.
I gave him all, his words, a lover's art,
Sunday's night... forever in my heart.