purab se ik pyara jhoka pavan udakar layi
aaj achanak dilbar aaya yaad watan ki aayi
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
stane lagi hai vo yade purani
vo yade purani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani

mera ek nanha sa beta tha pyara
mera ek nanha sa beta tha pyara
kabhi usko dekha nahi phir dobara
kisi hadse me vo gum ho gaya tha
achanak kahi bhid me kho gaya tha
achanak kahi bhid me kho gaya tha
liye ghumta hu mai uski nishani
liye ghumta hu mai uski nishani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani

tadpati rahi meri biwi bechari
tadpati rahi meri biwi bechari
kai saal karti rahi intzar
watan chhod kar aisa pardesh aaya
bahut der usko na mai dekh paya
bahut der usko na mai dekh paya
badal gayi budhape me uski javani
badal gayi budhape me uski javani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani

mai roti huyi apni ma chhod aaya
mai roti huyi apni ma chhod aaya
mai mamta bhara uska dil tod aaya
na pardesh ja tu mujhe tokati thi
vo ro ro ke rasta mera rokati thi
vo ro ro ke rasta mera rokati thi
magar ek bhi uski maine na mani
magar ek bhi uski maine na mani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani
watan ke fasane watan ki kahani

From the East, a gentle breeze did blow,
A sudden whisper, stirring the soul's flow.
Today, dear one, remembrance takes its hold,
Of homeland tales, a story to be told.

Homeland's echoes, stories that remain,
Old memories now, a persistent pain.
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain,
Old memories now, a persistent pain.

A precious son, a child I used to know,
A fleeting glimpse, a seed that couldn't grow.
Lost to a fate, a twist of cruel design,
Lost in the crowds, a soul no longer mine.
Lost in the crowds, a soul no longer mine.
I carry now, a trace of what was,
I carry now, a trace of what was.
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain,
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain.

My weary wife, her spirit starts to bleed,
Through endless years, a longing she would feed.
Across these lands, I chose to roam and stray,
Her face unseen, for far too long a day.
Her face unseen, for far too long a day.
In aged skin, her youth now starts to fade.
In aged skin, her youth now starts to fade.
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain,
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain.

My weeping mother, left behind to grieve,
Her loving heart, I failed to believe.
"Don't leave, my son," her pleadings filled the air,
She blocked my path, consumed by deep despair.
She blocked my path, consumed by deep despair.
But I ignored her, deaf to every plea.
But I ignored her, deaf to every plea.
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain,
Homeland's echoes, stories that remain.