aye jane bahara jane karam
mit jaye sabhi dunia ke sitam
cha jaye jaha par hum hi hum
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam
mit jaye sabhi dunia ke sitam
cha jaye jaha par hum hi hum
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam

hum pyar ke rahi aakhir to
ab aa hi gaye is manjil me
hum pyar ke rahi aankhir to
ab aa hi gaye is manjil me
jalwe to hazaro dekh liye
dekha nahi tujhsa mahfil me
aa jaye jamana jere kadam
aa jaye jamana jere kadam
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam
mit jaye sabhi dunia ke sitam
cha jaye jaha par hum hi hum
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam

ho jaye jo hum par ek najar
us ek najar ka kya kahna
ho jaye jo hum par ek najar
us ek najar ka kya kahna
jo julf ki chaw me gujre
un shamo shahar ka kya kahna
ho jaye jigar me dard bhi kam
ho jaye jigar me dard bhi kam
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam
mit jaye sabhi dunia ke sitam
cha jaye jaha par hum hi hum
gar tera sahara mil jaye
aye jane bahara jane karam

Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing,
May all worldly woes be gently stilled.
We, only we, shall then be overflowing,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing,
May all worldly woes be gently stilled.
We, only we, shall then be overflowing,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing.

We, travelers on love's long road, at last,
Have reached the journey's destined place.
We, travelers on love's long road, at last,
Have reached the journey's destined place.
Though countless splendors we've embraced,
None matches Your resplendent grace.
The world itself beneath our tread,
The world itself beneath our tread,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing,
May all worldly woes be gently stilled.
We, only we, shall then be overflowing,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing.

If just a glance, a single gaze,
Falls upon us, what can we then say?
If just a glance, a single gaze,
Falls upon us, what can we then say?
To dwell within Your tresses' shade,
Of such ev'nings and dawns, what shall we convey?
The heart's deep ache begins to wane,
The heart's deep ache begins to wane,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing,
May all worldly woes be gently stilled.
We, only we, shall then be overflowing,
If but Your sheltering hand is willed.
Oh, Spring's breath, Grace's knowing.