aao hujoor tum ko, sitaaron mein le chaloo
dil zoom jaaye ayesee, bahaaron mein le chaloo

humaraaj humakhayaal to ho, humanajar bano
tay hogaa jindagee kaa safar, humasafar bano
chaahat ke ujale ujale, najaaron mein le chaloo
dil zoom jaaye ayesee, bahaaron mein le chaloo

likh do kitaaba-ye-dil pe koee ayesee daasataa
jis kee misaal de naa sake saato aasamaan
baahon mein baahe daale, hajaaron mein le chaloo
dil zoom jaaye ayesee, bahaaron mein le chaloo

From us, the moon and stars find their light,
Do not mistake us for a fabric of shame.
If we depart from this world's sight,
The name of love will be erased in flame.

The heart is delicate, like a flower's bloom,
Handle it with care, lest it should break.
If it shatters, sealed by cruel doom,
My love, know this, for your heart's own sake:
[Echoed:] "What?"

Then no madwoman, in love's despair,
Will ever again tend to her raven hair.
No Radha will offer devotion,
To Krishna, the divine notion.

Come, my love, let us depart,
To the stars, where we'll restart.
To gardens where hearts may sway,
Come, my love, come away.

(Be the confidante, the kindred soul,
Be the gaze that makes us whole,
Together our life's journey we'll roam,
Become our companion, our home)
Ah, ha ha, oh, oh, ho ho ho,
Ah, ha ah ha ha, oh ho ho
To the bright, clear vistas, our love will unfold,
To gardens where hearts may be sold.
Come, my love, come away.

Write a tale upon the heart's page,
A story, surpassing the heavens' rage.
Ah, ha ha, oh, oh, ho ho ho,
Ah, ha ah ha ha, oh ho ho
Arm in arm, in throngs we'll stroll,
To gardens where hearts may extol.
Come, my love, come away.