aane wali hai bahar
sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me
aane wali hai bahar
sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me

ye jo nahi tha ye thi adhuri
ye jo nahi tha ye thi adhuri
aate hi iske ho gayi puri
khot nahi kuch chaal chalan me
khot nahi kuch chaal chalan me
aane wali hai bahar
sune chaman me

jagmag jagmag ho gaya jivan
jagmag jagmag ho gaya jivan
wo anchal me hai roshan
tha jo sitara door gagan me
tha jo sitara door gagan me
aane wali hai bahar
sune chaman me
koi phul khilega pyara sa
komal tan me

The spring is on its way,
to this barren garden,
a tender bloom will arise,
in a fragile form.
The spring is on its way,
to this barren garden,
a tender bloom will arise,
in a fragile form.

What was missing, incomplete,
what was missing, incomplete,
with its arrival, now whole, complete.
No flaw in its ways,
no flaw in its ways.
The spring is on its way,
to this barren garden.

Life now sparkles,
life now sparkles,
lit within her embrace,
was once a star, far in the sky,
was once a star, far in the sky.
The spring is on its way,
to this barren garden,
a tender bloom will arise,
in a fragile form.