ye hasi nazare muntzil hai sare
aaja sanam dil pukare
ye hasi nazare muntzil hai sare
aaja sanam dil pukare
aarzu jawa hai jane tu kaha hai
jage hai arman hamare

rang me dubi jaye fiza mahki mahki aaye hawa
aaj nahi hai dil kabu me mausam ne diwana kiya
badlo ke saye aasma pe chaye dil ko kare dil ishare
ye hasin nazare muntzil hai sare aaja sanam dil pukare

tu aa jaye kash yaha or nikhar jaye sama
kabse tujhko dhund raha hai
husn ka ye betab jaha
kabse tujhko dhund raha hai
husn ka ye betab jaha
pyar ke ye wade wo jawa irade
dete hai mujhko sahare
ye hasin nazare muntzil hai sare
aaja sanam dil pukare

hulchal si jajbat me hai
madhoshi har bat me hai
jane wafa ek teri kami hai
sari duniya sath mse hai
jane wafa ek teri kami hai
sari duniya sath me hai
aa bhi ja o dilbar tujhse dur rah kar
maine bahut din gujare
ye hasin nazare muntzil hai sare
aaja sanam dil pukare

These painted vistas, patiently they wait,
Come, Beloved, my heart calls to you, late.
These painted vistas, patiently they wait,
Come, Beloved, my heart calls to you, late.
Desire, so young, yet where do you roam?
Awake now, the longings of home.

Dipped in hues, the air now fragrant blows,
Today, the heart, it loses what it knows.
The season's madness, a wild, sweet song,
Shadows of clouds, the sky where they throng,
Whispers the heart, where secrets are kept,
These painted vistas, for you have wept,
Come, Beloved, my heart calls to you, late.

If you would come, and grace would then bloom,
For so long, I've searched for you in this room.
This world of beauty, with passionate fire,
For so long, I've searched, my desire.
This world of beauty, with passionate fire,
For so long, I've searched, my desire,
They offer comfort, a silent art,
These painted vistas, aching in the heart,
Come, Beloved, my heart calls to you, late.

A tremor of feeling, a tempest untold,
Intoxication in stories unfold.
My Beloved, your absence, a wound so deep,
The whole world is with me, secrets to keep.
My Beloved, your absence, a wound so deep,
The whole world is with me, secrets to keep,
Come, oh Beloved, from your distant shore,
I've spent many days, and wanting more.
These painted vistas, patiently they wait,
Come, Beloved, my heart calls to you, late.