idhar aao pyare idhar aao pyare kahi chal ke baithe
karenge mohabbat vagaira vagaira vagaira
idhar aao pyare kahi chal ke baithe
karenge mohabbat vagaira vagaira vagaira

mana ke hasi hai mera badan kaali julfe ye aankhe
fir bhi sanam humse suno apni adaa ki kuch bate
kasam se sanam mujhse kam to nahi hai tumhari bhi surat
vagaira vagaira vagaira
idhar aao pyare kahi chal ke baithe
karenge mohabbat vagaira vagaira vagaira

apni jawa baho me meri bairi baho ko le lo
jid na karo mano meri baat aaho se meri na khelo
inhi meri aaho ke parde me jana chupi hai kyamat
vagaira vagaira vagaira
idhar aao pyare kahi chal ke baithe
karenge mohabbat vagaira vagaira vagaira

tum tanha hum tanha rangee milan ka ye najara
jana na abhi nahi to piya nuksaan hoga ji tumhara
tumhare liye aaj palko me dil me mai laai hu jannat
vagaira vagaira vagaira
idhar aao pyare kahi chal ke baithe
karenge mohabbat vagaira vagaira vagaira
vagaira vagaira vagaira vagaira vagaira vagaira
vagaira vagaira vagaira

Come hither, beloved, come, let us find a space,
And speak of love, and all its whispered grace.
Come hither, beloved, let us find our ease,
And speak of love, and all its melodies.

Though beauty blooms in this, my form, my hair so dark,
My eyes, a pool where stars leave their spark,
Yet listen, dear, to the heart's tender claim,
Your own sweet face, a fire, burning the same.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
Come hither, beloved, let us find our ease,
And speak of love, and all its melodies.

Within your arms, let mine find their embrace,
Yield not to pride, and heed my heart's soft chase.
Do not, I pray, with sighs, my spirit tease,
For in these breaths, a hidden world, if you please.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
Come hither, beloved, let us find our ease,
And speak of love, and all its melodies.

Alone we stand, and painted is the hour,
Of union's dance, a blooming, scented flower.
Do not depart, lest sorrow claim your soul,
For you, today, I bring heaven for your goal.
In lashes, heart, this paradise, your whole.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
Come hither, beloved, let us find our ease,
And speak of love, and all its melodies.

And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.
And all the things, unsaid, the tender game.