kaga sab tan khaiyo ki chun chun khayio maas
do naina mat khaiyo mohe piya milan ki aas
piya milan ki aas re mohe piya milan ki aas re
piya milan ki aas bat takti ek viraha me
man ke deep jalaye bujhe na bati pran bati
jane wo kab aaye unke darshan bin na nikle

unke darshan bin na nikle tan se bairan sans re
piya milan ki aas re mohe piya milan ki aas re
piya milan ki aas jab se bichde aise bichde
naino me nind na aaye yad jag ki mai sulagti
aisi aag lagaye sau sau sawan baras gaye
sau sau sawan baras gaye par bujhi na man ki pyas re
piya milan ki aas re mohe piya milan ki aas re
piya milan ki aas

Let the crows feast upon all, let them peck the flesh away,
But spare these eyes, oh, spare them, for in them, hope holds sway.
Hope of union with my love, my only, burning prayer,
Hope of union, in this waiting, in this desolate air.
I light the lamp within my soul, a flame that will not cease,
A flame of longing, till my love arrives, and brings me blessed peace.
Without his gaze, my life is naught, this breath a cruel disease,
Hope of union with my love, a desperate plea.

Hope of union, since the day we parted, torn apart,
Sleep deserts these weary eyes, consumed by memory's art.
This fire within my heart, a hundred seasons have it rained,
A hundred monsoons fallen, but still my thirst, it is unrestrained.
Hope of union with my love, my every, fervent dream,
Hope of union, with my love, it would seem.