kab aaye kab jaye kaha thehre kya khaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye
naraz hota hai ukta jata hai
kaun jane kiski bato me aata hai
bas uthta hai chala jata hai
kitna koi roke kitna samjhaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye

kab aaye kab jaye kaha thehre kya khaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye
naraz hota hai ukta jata hai
kaun jane kiski bato me aata hai
bas uthta hai chala jata hai
kitna koi roke kitna samjhaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye

kabhi umar bahr intezar karvaye
kabhi darwaze pe khada muskuraye
gali gali sehar sehar tahalta rahta hai
na kuch sunta hai na kuch kahta hai
fir bhi baitha hai sab aas lagaye
kya pata kab iski rah me aa jaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye

na rupya na paisa jo koi kamaye
na shrat na pani jo koi bahaye
na dhoop na batti jo koi jalaye
na rekha na kundali jo koi padhaye
na mandir na mizjid jo koi banaye
man se hi nikle aur man me hi samaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye
hai pyar to musafir marzi se aye jaye

When does it arrive, when does it depart, where does it dwell, what does it consume?
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.
It grows displeased, it wearies,
Who knows what whispers it heeds?
It simply rises and departs.
How much can one restrain, how much can one implore?
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.

When does it arrive, when does it depart, where does it dwell, what does it consume?
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.
It grows displeased, it wearies,
Who knows what whispers it heeds?
It simply rises and departs.
How much can one restrain, how much can one implore?
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.

Sometimes, it makes one wait a lifetime,
Sometimes, it stands at the door, smiling.
Wandering through every lane, every city,
It neither listens nor speaks.
Yet, all sit awaiting, hopeful,
Who knows when it might cross our path?
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.

No fortune to be earned, no wealth to be gained,
No sweet drinks offered, no waters poured,
No sun to be lit, no candle to be burned,
No lines drawn, no horoscopes read,
No temples built, no mosques raised,
It emerges from the heart, and merges into the heart.
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.
Love is a traveler, arriving and leaving by its own will.