Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
o Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad

Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
o Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad

jab bhi aaye koi aahat yu lage tum aa gaye
kya bataun kaise tum yado par meri chha gaye
me dilasa de kar apne pyar ko samjhati hu
tum chale jayoge aisa soch ke ghabrati hu

Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
o Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad

jagti hun le kar karvat ab to sari raat main
soch tu har ghadi bas ab to teri baat me
es hawa pe apne dil ka haal likh kr bhejta hun
kis trah bechain ho ke tera rasta dekhta hun

Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad

Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
Had se jyada aati hai mujh ko meri jaan teri yaad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad
ek tere aane se pahle ek tere jaane ke baad

My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.

My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.

Each rustle, each whisper, a phantom of your grace,
How to tell the depths your memories embrace.
I comfort love, with words I softly weave,
The thought of parting, my heart cannot believe.

My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.

The long night wakes, I toss and turn in pain,
My every thought, your presence does sustain.
Upon the wind, my heart's lament I send,
In restless longing, waiting without end.

My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
My soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.

My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
My soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.