agar aasma tak mere hath jate
to kadmo me tere sitare bichhate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate
to kadmo me tere sitare bichhate
kahi dur pariyo ki nagri me chal kar
mohabbat ka ek aashiyana banate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate
to hum chandni se ye rahe sajate
kahi dur pariyo ki nagri me chalte
mohabbat ka ek aashiyana banate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate
to kadmo me tere sitare bichhate

yaha par vaha par bhikherenge kaliya
mehkati rahengi ye phulo ki galiya
yaha par vaha par bhikherenge kaliya
mehkati rahengi ye phulo ki galiya
ye jhil mil kare reshmi se najare
chalenge yaha dhadkano ke isare
chalenge yaha dhadkano ke isare
to kirno ka aangan me pahra bithate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate

yaha sirf barse vafao ke badal
bhigo kar hume to ye kar denge pagal
yaha sirf barse vafao ke badal
bhigo kar hume to ye kar denge pagal
yaha gham baharo ke chadar bichhaye
mohabbat ki khushbu yaha par lutaye
mohabbat ki khushbu yaha par lutaye
khushiyo ke panchi yaha hum udate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate
kahi dur pariyo ki nagri me chal kar
mohabbat ka ek aashiyana banate
agar aasma tak mere hath jate
to hum chandni se ye rahe sajate
to kadmo me tere sitare bichhate
to hum chandni se ye rahe sajate
to kadmo me tere sitare bichhate

If my hands could reach the sky,
I'd pave your path with starlight, high.
If my hands could reach the sky,
I'd pave your path with starlight, nigh.
To a distant fairy realm we'd flee,
And build a home for love, you and me.
If my hands could reach the sky,
With moonlight, our road, I'd then ply.
To a distant fairy realm we'd roam,
And build a love, our future's home.
If my hands could reach the sky,
I'd pave your path with starlight, I sigh.

Here and there, we'd scatter blooms,
The floral lanes, perfumed rooms.
Here and there, we'd scatter blooms,
The floral lanes, perfumed rooms.
The silken scenes of lakes, a sight,
Our heartbeats' signals, burning bright.
Our heartbeats' signals, pure and true,
The sun's bright guard, we'd then imbue.
If my hands could reach the sky.

Here, only loyalty's clouds would pour,
Soaking us, wanting more.
Here, only loyalty's clouds would pour,
Soaking us, wanting more.
Here, sorrows' spring, we'd then embrace,
Love's fragrance, we would then chase.
Love's fragrance, freely we'd then give,
With joy's own birds, we'd truly live.
If my hands could reach the sky,
To a distant fairy realm we'd flee,
And build a home for love, you and me.
If my hands could reach the sky,
With moonlight, our road, I'd then ply.
I'd pave your path with starlight, so high.
With moonlight, our road, I'd then ply.
I'd pave your path with starlight, I cry.