mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
khub rulati hai
khub rulati hai aur tadpati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai

khub rulati hai
khub rulati hai aur tadpati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
jab se ham pardesh mein aaye
bhai-bahan ka pyar sataye
yaad aata hai ganv ka manjar
rah jata hu aansu peekar
padpati hai maa ki lori
bachcho ki wo mithi boli
maa ki khidmat main karta tha
baap se main kitna darta tha

mehnat karke mujhko padhaya
bhukhe rahkar mujhko khilaya
aaj main kitna door hu unse
koi unke dil se puchhe
meri yaad mein rote honge ho
meri yaad mein rote honge
milne ke din ginate honge
unki mohabbat mujhe bulati hai
unki mohabbat mujhe bulati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai

bibi mujhko khat likhati hai
khat mein hamesha wo kahati hai
suna hai ye man ka aangan
jaldi ghar aa jaao sajan
tum bin naina taras gaye hai
kitne sawan baras gaye hai
darwaje khidki, dahlije
raunak se khali hai chije
sath mein chahe kuch mat laao
lekin jaldi ghar aa jaao
dil mein pyar ka deep jalaye
baithi hu main aas lagaye

ro deta hu main khat padh ke ho
ro deta hu main khat padh ke
tukde ho jate hai dil ke
tanhai ab tanhai ab khun rlati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
khub rulati hai khub rulati hai aur tadpati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai
mujhko watan ki yaad satati hai

The homeland haunts, a phantom pain.
The homeland haunts, again, again.
It weeps and wounds, a cruel refrain.
The homeland haunts, and will remain.

It weeps and wounds, a cruel refrain.
The homeland haunts, a phantom pain.
Since exile fell, a shadowed plight,
Sibling love, a fading light.
The village scenes, a distant haze,
I drink the tears of bygone days.
Mother's lullaby, a ghost of sound,
The children's words, on hallowed ground.
Her service mine, a cherished art,
My father's gaze, within my heart.

They toiled for me, their spirits bare,
They fed me first, beyond compare.
How far I roam, a lonely trek,
Their hearts, I yearn, to comprehend their wreck.
They weep, I know, in memory’s hold,
They count the days, in stories told.
Their love, a beacon, calls to me,
Their love, a river, wild and free.
The homeland haunts, a phantom pain.
The homeland haunts, and will remain.
The homeland haunts, again, again.

My wife, she writes, her words unfold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
"The courtyard hushed, the spirit low,
Come home, my love, before the snow."
Your eyes, they yearn, the seasons turn,
How many rains, for you they burn.
The doors, the windows, thresholds dim,
All joy departed, limb by limb.
Bring nothing back, no earthly prize,
But haste, my love, before my eyes.
A lamp of love, I keep alight,
Awaiting you, with all my might.

I weep, I weep, when I read her plea,
My heart, it shatters, helplessly.
Loneliness now, a crimson tide,
The homeland haunts, where dreams reside.
It weeps and wounds, a cruel refrain.
The homeland haunts, a phantom pain.
The homeland haunts, again, again.
The homeland haunts, and will remain.