jab tak milan na hoga apna
jab tak milan na hoga apna
tab tak koi baat na hogi
chanda prakat na hoga nabh mein
koi poonam raat na hogi
jab tak milan na hoga apna
jab tak milan na hoga apna
tab tak koi baat na hogi
chanda prakat na hoga nabh mein
koi poonam raat na hogi
jab tak milan na hoga apna

koi dudh na koi paani
koi dudh na koi paani
koi na saugaat hogi
ho na vasant hoga na fagun
rang ki barsaat na hogi
jab tak milan na hoga apna
jab tak milan na hoga apna
tab tak koi baat na hogi
chanda prakat na hoga nabh mein
koi poonam raat na hogi

kitni raate beet gayi hain
kitni raate beet gayi hain
kitne saawan beete
kise patta hain jaane kab tak
piya milan ki baat na hogi
baat na hogi
ho jab tak milan na hoga apna
tab tak koi baat na hogi
chanda prakat na hoga nabh mein
koi poonam raat na hogi

na koi dulha na dulhan
doli na baarat hogi
na koi dulha na dulhan
doli na baarat hogi
jab tak milan na hoga apna
armaano ki maar na hogi
jab tak milan na hoga apna
tab tak koi baat na hogi
chanda prakat na hoga nabh mein
koi poonam raat na hogi

Until our souls entwine as one,
Until our meeting finds its dawn,
No word shall grace the silent air,
No moon will rise, no light to share.
No full moon's glow will paint the night,
Until our union finds its light.

No milk of solace, water's grace,
No gifts to find their rightful place.
No spring will bloom, no colours gleam,
No shower of hues, a vibrant dream.
Until our souls entwine as one,
Until our meeting finds its dawn.
No word shall grace the silent air,
No moon will rise, no light to share.
No full moon's glow will paint the night,
Until our union finds its light.

How many nights have slipped away,
How many rains have kissed the day?
Who knows the time, the weary wait,
Before our love transcends its state?
No word will be, no whispered plea,
Until our souls find unity.
No word shall grace the silent air,
No moon will rise, no light to share.
No full moon's glow will paint the night,
Until our union finds its light.

No bride, no groom, no wedding's call,
No palanquin to grace the hall.
No bride, no groom, no wedding's call,
No wound of longing, lest love enthrall.
Until our souls entwine as one,
And all desires are overcome.
No word shall grace the silent air,
No moon will rise, no light to share.
No full moon's glow will paint the night,
Until our union finds its light.