tu gaaye ja
tu gaaye ja
koi tera geet sune jag me
tu apna, tu apna
tu apna geet sunaye ja
tu apna geet sunaye ja

is bhag me kitne phul khile
aur gunje kitne geet yaha
is bhag me kitne phul khile
aur gunje kitne geet yaha
kitne premi, kitne premi
hans ke mile
aur bichade kitne meet yaha
tu gaaye ja
tu gaaye ja
koi tera geet sune jag me
tu apna, tu apna
tu apna geet sunaye ja
tu apna geet sunaye ja

ek preet nagariya me aaja
nit khinch mujhe le aati hai
hans hanskar kabhi hansati hai
ro ro kar kabhi rulati hai
fir mujhko ye samjhati hai
tu gaaye ja
tu gaaye ja
koi tera geet sune jag me
tu apna, tu apna
tu apna geet sunaye ja
tu apna geet sunaye ja

jab ? hai man ka sathi
aasha ki
aasha ki kali hai murjhaati
naino ki, naino ki, naino ki
jyot hai bujh jati, bujh jati

Sing on, sing on,
though the world may not heed your song,
be your own, be your own,
let your own song resound.
Let your own song resound.

How many blooms have graced this path,
how many songs have echoed here?
How many blooms have graced this path,
how many songs have echoed here?
How many lovers, how many lovers,
met in laughter,
and parted from their friends in tears?
Sing on, sing on,
though the world may not heed your song,
be your own, be your own,
let your own song resound.
Let your own song resound.

To the city of love I’m drawn,
each dawn it pulls me near,
sometimes with laughter, it makes me smile,
sometimes with tears, it makes me weep,
then whispers, listen:
Sing on, sing on,
though the world may not heed your song,
be your own, be your own,
let your own song resound.
Let your own song resound.

When the mind is lonely's companion,
hope's bud withers,
and the eyes' light,
fades, fades, fades.