kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya
kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya

phir aa gayi chaman me, gujri huyi bahar
phir aa gayi chaman me, gujri huyi bahar
rehne laga kisi ka phir dil ko intzar
rehne laga kisi ka phir dil ko intzar
abb hogi mulakat, koyi yad aa gaya
abb hogi mulakat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat
kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya

phir yad aa rahe hain gujre huye jamane
phir yad aa rahe hain gujre huye jamane
dil gun-guna raha hai
dil gun-guna raha hai bhule huye tarane
tanhayi aur yeh raat, koyi yad aa gaya
tanhayi aur yeh raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat
kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya

aankho se nind janey ud kar kaha gayi hai
aankho se nind janey ud kar kaha gayi hai
woh bhi wahin pe honge, nindiya jahan gayi hai
woh bhi wahin pe honge, nindiya jahan gayi hai
shayad yahi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya
shayad yahi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat
kitni javan hai raat, koyi yad aa gaya
badhane lagi hai baat, koyi yad aa gaya

The night, so young, a memory's embrace,
The night, so young, a beloved face.
The whispers rise, a growing space,
The night, so young, a memory's trace.
The whispers rise, in time and place.

The gardens bloom, a past returned,
The gardens bloom, the lessons learned.
The heart awaits, a longing burned,
The heart awaits, for love it yearned.
A meeting nears, a memory's call,
A meeting nears, embracing all.
The whispers rise, as shadows fall.
The night, so young, a memory's thrall,
The whispers rise, beyond recall.

The past returns, in echoes deep,
The past returns, where secrets sleep.
The heart now hums, its vows to keep,
The heart now hums, its vigil to weep,
Forgotten tunes, where memories leap.
Loneliness and night, a memory's art,
Loneliness and night, a breaking heart.
The whispers rise, a brand new start,
The night, so young, a beating heart,
The whispers rise, to play its part.

From eyes, where slumber used to reside,
From eyes, the sleep, where did it hide?
They must be there, where dreams once glided,
They must be there, where dreams have died.
Perhaps this truth, a memory's guide,
Perhaps this truth, as time collides.
The whispers rise, as love confides,
The night, so young, where passion strides,
The whispers rise, on flowing tides.