jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
main kiski raah taku
sajanwa kiski raah taku
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi

jab chand jhalak dikhlayega
chandi ke rath me aayega
jab chand jhalak dikhlayega
chandi ke rath me aayega
mohe bairan nind na aayegi
jab bairan nind na aayegi
main kiski raah taku
main kiski raah taku
sajanwa kiski raah taku
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi

sawan ki bhari barsato me
in bhigi bhigi raato me
sawan ki bhari barsato me
in bhigi bhigi rato me
jab rimjhim aag lagayegi
jab rimjhim aag lagayegi
main kiski raah taku
main kiski raah taku
sajanwa kiski raah taku
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
jab kari badariya chhayegi
aur yaad teri tadpayegi
main kiski raah taku
sajanwa kiski raah taku

When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
Whose path shall I await,
My love, whose path await?
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow.

When moonbeams paint the velvet night,
In silver chariot, taking flight,
When moonbeams paint the velvet night,
In silver chariot, taking flight,
No sleep, a foe, will come to me,
When sleep, a foe, forsakes me free,
Whose path shall I await,
Whose path await?
My love, whose path await?
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow.

In monsoon's deluge, softly deep,
Through these wet nights where secrets sleep,
In monsoon's deluge, softly deep,
Through these wet nights where secrets sleep,
When gentle rain ignites the soul,
When gentle rain makes spirits whole,
Whose path shall I await,
Whose path await?
My love, whose path await?
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
When dark clouds gather, weeping low,
And memory's sting begins to grow,
Whose path shall I await,
My love, whose path await?