jab tak dhank se parvat apni jagah se na hill jaye
aur hum mil na jaye koi fariyad na karna
tum mujhko yaad na karna tum mujhko yaad na karna
hay kya karu hotho pe faryad aati hai
nahi rukati nahi rukati
teri yaad aati hai teri yaad aati hai

jab tak apne armano ke gulshan khil na jaye
or ham mil na jaye
ninde barbad na karna tu mujhko yad na karna
tu mujhko yad na karna
hay kya karu hotho pe faryad aati hai nahi rukati
nahi rukati teri yaad aati hai teri yaad aati hai
teri yaad aati hai

hayab lage sab rasmo ko me tod du sab kasmo ko
bas tu ginti ja tu jakhmo ko
jitne jakhm lage hai jab tak sare sil na jaye
or ham mil na jaye koi fariyad na karna
tum mujhko yaad na karna tum mujhko yaad na karna
hay kya karu hotho pe faryad aati hai
nahi rukati nahi rukati
teri yaad aati hai teri yaad aati hai
teri yaad aati hai

prem hai koi rog ya jogi ka jog pyar ke dushman
prem hai koi rog ya jogi ka jog pyar ke dushman log
jab tak kanko pe chalte ye paw
chilna jaye or ham mil na jaye
koi faryad na karna tu mujhko yad na karna
tu mujhko yad na karna
hay kya karu hotho pe faryad aati hai nahi rukati
nahi rukati teri yaad aati hai teri yaad aati hai
teri yaad aati hai teri yaad aati hai
teri yaad aati hai

Until mountains yield, their peaks undone,
And we are one, let no lament be spun.
Forget me now, and let my memory cease.
Oh, what can I do? A plea escapes in haste,
Unbidden, it pours, and knows no peace.
Your memory, it comes, a constant chase.

Until desires bloom, a vibrant rose,
And we are one, where love forever grows,
Let slumber rest, and never be undone.
Forget me now, until the final sun.
Oh, what can I do? A plea escapes in haste,
Unbidden, it pours, and knows no peace.
Your memory, it comes, a constant chase.
Your memory, it comes.

I would shatter every custom, break each vow,
As you count the wounds, that time allows,
Until each scar is healed, and whole anew,
And we are one, our dreams forever true.
Let no lament be spoken, no tears commence.
Forget me now, and let my memory hence.
Oh, what can I do? A plea escapes in haste,
Unbidden, it pours, and knows no peace.
Your memory, it comes, a constant chase.
Your memory, it comes.

Love, a sickness, or a yogi's prayer?
Love, a sickness, while the world does stare?
Until our feet, on thorns, find their release,
And we are one, in everlasting peace.
Let no lament be spoken, let no tear.
Forget me now, and hold no love so dear.
Oh, what can I do? A plea escapes in haste,
Unbidden, it pours, and knows no peace.
Your memory, it comes, a constant chase.
Your memory, it comes, a constant chase.
Your memory, it comes.