aake wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye
aake wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye

kah do na aaye kah do na aaye
kah do na aaye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye
aake wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye

jis phul pe hath pasara tha
jis phul pe hath pasara tha
wo phul to ek angara tha
apne kiye par dil pachtaye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye
aake wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye

dhadkan to sukh pa jayegi
rote rote hansi aa jayegi
aa jayegi
dhadkan to sukh pa jayegi
rote rote hansi aa jayegi
aa jayegi
koi na hasaye koi na rulaye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye
aa ke wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye

aise dil me koi gham aaye hai
aise dil me koi gham aaye hai
jaise jalke diya bujh jaye hai
ab na jalaye ab na bujhaye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye
aa ke wohi yaad sataye
haye mera dil ghabraye
aankh bhar aaye

The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.
The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.

Tell them, don't come, tell them, don't come,
Tell them, don't come,
So my heart will cease to numb,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.
The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.

The flower I reached for, with longing hand,
The flower I reached for, across the land,
That bloom, a coal, upon the sand.
For what I did, my heart will blame,
My heart, it quakes, a burning flame,
Tears well and spill, a mournful game.
The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.

The pulse of life will find its peace,
Through weeping, laughter finds release,
Will find release.
The pulse of life will find its peace,
Through weeping, laughter finds release,
Will find release.
Let no one laugh, and let no one weep,
My heart, it quakes, where shadows sleep,
Tears well and spill, the secrets keep.
The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.

Such sorrow enters into my breast,
Such sorrow enters, putting it to test,
As though the lamp, consumed, finds rest.
Now do not light, now do not quell,
My heart, it quakes, a dying knell,
Tears well and spill, a living hell.
The memory returns, a haunting ache,
My heart, it quakes, begins to break,
Tears well and spill, a mournful lake.