yeh dil na hota bechara, kadam na hote aawara
jo khubsurat koyee apna humsafar hota

suna jabse jamane hain bahar ke
ham bhee aaye hain rahee banke pyar ke
koyee na koyee bulayega, khade hain ham bhee raaho me

arey mana usako nahee mai pehchanata
banda usaka pata bhee nahee jaanata
milana likha hain toh aayega, khade hain ham bhee raaho me

usakee dhun me padega dukh jhelana
sikha ham ne bhee pattharo se khelana
surat kabhee toh dikhayega, pade hain ham bhee raaho me

This heart, it wouldn't wander so,
These feet, they wouldn't stray and roam,
If only a beautiful, kindred soul,
Had chosen this heart as its home.

Ah, they say the season is spring again,
And we, too, have come as lovers, to know love.
Surely, someone will call our name,
We lie waiting, upon the roads above.
This heart, it wouldn't wander so.

Though I haven't met them, I understand,
Their address, unknown to me, it's true.
Though I haven't met them, I understand,
Their address, unknown to me, it's true.
If union is written, they will arrive,
We lie waiting, upon the roads above.
This heart, it wouldn't wander so.

Ah, to be lost in their tune, to endure pain,
We've learned to play games with stones, it's true!
Ah, to be lost in their tune, to endure pain,
We've learned to play games with stones, it's true!
Someday, their visage will come to light,
We lie waiting, upon the roads above.
This heart, it wouldn't wander so.