vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
kaash ye ho ke tu aa jaaye bit na jaaye saavan
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
kaash ye ho ke tu aa jaaye bit na jaaye saavan

dekhu raahe teri raat din aa bhi jaa mere dil ke qaraar
dekhu raahe teri raat din aa bhi jaa mere dil ke qaraar
mar na jaau tadap ke kahi yu na kar tu mujhe bekaraar
yu na kar tu mujhe bekaraar
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
kaash ye ho ke tu aa jaaye bit na jaaye saavan
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan


bund paani ki tan pe gire uthe man me koi halachal
bund paani ki tan pe gire uthe man me koi halachal
aise saavan kaa koi kyaa kare jo ji ko jalaaye har pal
jo ji ko jalaaye har pal
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
kaash ye ho ke tu aa jaaye bit na jaaye saavan
vaqt kaate nahi katataa hai tere binaa mere saajan
kaash ye ho ke tu aa jaaye bit na jaaye saavan

Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Oh, if only you would return, before the monsoon's heart is through.
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Oh, if only you would return, before the monsoon's heart is through.

My gaze, a constant vigil, day and night, come, solace of my heart, appear.
My gaze, a constant vigil, day and night, come, solace of my heart, appear.
Lest I perish, consumed by longing, do not leave me in this fear.
Do not leave me in this fear.
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Oh, if only you would return, before the monsoon's heart is through.
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.

A raindrop falls upon my skin, and stirs the depths within my soul.
A raindrop falls upon my skin, and stirs the depths within my soul.
What use is this monsoon's embrace, when it leaves my spirit in a hole?
When it leaves my spirit in a hole?
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Oh, if only you would return, before the monsoon's heart is through.
Time, a thorny vine, refuses to unwind, my love, without you.
Oh, if only you would return, before the monsoon's heart is through.