sare jamane pe mausam suhane pe
is dil diwane pe virani si thi chayi
aap aaye bahar aayi
sare jamane pe mausam suhane pe
is dil diwane pe virani si thi chayi
aap aaye bahar aayi

aapka hi tha sabko intjar
aapka hi tha sabko intjar
aap ke lie sab the bekarar
hawaye ghataye fizaye bagho me phule ne jhulo ne
jhum ke li angdhayi ho ke aap aaye bahaar aayi
sare jamane pe mausam suhane pe
is dil diwane pe virani si thi chayi
aap aaye bahar aayi

aapne kiya aa ke ahsan aapne kiya aa ke ahsan
tha ye virana ab hai gulistaan pukare najaare ye sare
ghulshan ki kaliyo se galiye se suniye ye aawaj
ke aap aaye bahaar aayi
sare jamane pe mausam suhane pe
is dil diwane pe virani si thi chayi
aap aaye bahar aayi

lijiye na bas ab jane ka naam
lijiye na bas ab jane ka naam
ruth jayenge jalve ye tamam
ye basti ye hasti aisa na ho jaye ban jaye
ye mahfil fir tanhayi aap aaye bahaar aayi

ke aap aaye bahaar aayi
sare jamane pe mausam suhane pe
is dil diwane pe virani si thi chayi aap aaye bahar aayi

Across the world, the sweet season's grace,
On this mad heart, a desolate space.
A desert wind had blown and stilled,
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.
Across the world, the sweet season's grace,
On this mad heart, a desolate space.
A desert wind had blown and stilled,
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.

For You, all longed, their spirits yearning,
For You, all souls, in fever burning.
The winds, the clouds, the air so sweet,
The gardens woke, with blooms to greet.
They stretched, they swayed, in joyous rhyme,
Until Your coming, the blooming time.
Across the world, the sweet season's grace,
On this mad heart, a desolate space.
A desert wind had blown and stilled,
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.

Your coming brought such sweet release,
Your grace transformed this desert's peace.
Now all the gardens sing your praise,
From every path, in countless ways.
From every rose, a whispered plea,
Until Your coming, ecstasy.
Across the world, the sweet season's grace,
On this mad heart, a desolate space.
A desert wind had blown and stilled,
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.

Oh, do not dream of going hence,
Oh, do not leave, our recompense.
For all these joys will fade and cease,
This lively place, will find no peace.
This vibrant joy, this gathering bright,
May vanish back into the night.
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.

Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.
Across the world, the sweet season's grace,
On this mad heart, a desolate space.
A desert wind had blown and stilled,
Until Your coming, spring fulfilled.