ye bat hoti hai paida janab barso me
khuda banata hai aisa sabab barso me
ye bat hoti hai paida janab barso me
khuda banata hai aisa sabab barso me
ye bat hoti hai

bahar aati hai or rang-rup milte hai
chaman me waise to har roz phul khilte hai
chaman me khilta hai chaman me khilta hai
tumsa gulab barso me
khuda banata hai aisa sabab barso me
ye bat hoti hai

nahi ye bat haye
nahi ye bat ke tumsa hasin nahi hoga
yaha nahi to zamane me wo kahi hoga
to wo kahi hoga
magar milega tumhara jawab barso me
khuda banata hai aisa sabab barso me
ye bat hoti hai

tera khyal hai har waqt yad ke kabil
magar ye meri najar bhi hai dad ke kabil
kiya hai jisne tera kiya hai jisne tera
intkhwab barso me
khuda banata hai aisa sabab barso me
ye bat hoti hai

This truth, it takes an age to bloom, my friend,
God crafts such beauty, years without end.
This truth unfolds...

The spring arrives, hues embrace the light -
Though daily blossoms burst with sweet delight,
(Within the garden) -2 a rose like you, so rare,
God crafts such beauty, beyond compare.

Not that your beauty has no equal, see -
If not on earth, then in eternity.
But your true likeness, found in years to share,
God crafts such beauty, beyond compare.

Your thought, a treasure, worthy every hour -
Yet my own gaze, deserves a kindred power.
(Who chose you, nurtured) -2 with infinite care,
God crafts such beauty, beyond compare.