ho ho hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge
sargum ke phulo se sur sangit banayenge
jab chayenge badal kale yad karenge dunia wale
git wo mohabbat wale gungunayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge
sargum ke phulo se sur sangit banayenge
jab chayenge badal kale yad karenge dunia wale
git wo mohabbat wale gungunayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge

jab jab tumko pyar pukare tum aa jana paas hamare
jab jab tumko pyar pukare tum aa jana paas hamare
ab kya aana ab kya jana hum hardum hai sath tumhare
pal bhar to hum ek duje se dur na jayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge

sunte rahna hum bolenge kuch mat kehna hum bolenge
sunte rahna hum bolenge kuch mat kehna hum bolenge
de tumko awaz koi tum chup rahna hum bolenge
ek duje ke nam se ham to log bulayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge

jitna pyar kare hum kam hai pyar hai sagar dil sabnam hai
jitna pyar kare hum kam hai pyar hai sagar dil sabnam hai
kate chubhte hai sine me kaisa phulo ka mosam hai
badal bhi barse to dil me aag lagayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge
jab chayenge badal kale yad karenge dunia wale
git wo mohabbat wale gungunayenge
hum tum dono milke dil ke git banayenge
sargum ke phulo se sur sangit banayenge

We, hand in hand, shall weave a song of hearts,
From blooms of melody, a symphony shall start.
When shadows gather, dark and deep above,
The world will yearn, recalling our love.
Those songs of love, they'll softly sing along,
We, hand in hand, shall weave a song.

When love's sweet call beckons, and bids you near,
When love's sweet call beckons, let naught hold you in fear.
No need for coming, no need to roam,
Forever bound, together as one home.
A moment parted? Never can we bear,
We, hand in hand, shall weave a song to share.

Listen closely, as my words take flight,
Listen closely, and let my voice ignite.
If others call, remain in silent grace,
And I, for you, will speak and find your place.
By each other's name, the world will know,
We, hand in hand, a song of hearts will bestow.

However much we love, it's never done,
Love is an ocean, the heart a dewy sun.
Though thorns may pierce the chest, in flowered guise,
The very season with pain will arise.
Even when clouds weep, setting hearts aflame,
We, hand in hand, shall weave a song to claim.
When shadows gather, dark and deep above,
The world will yearn, recalling our love.
Those songs of love, they'll softly sing along,
We, hand in hand, shall weave a song.
From blooms of melody, a symphony shall start.