mujhe yaad aati hain mujhe yaad aati hain
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain
kabhi behlaati hain, kabhi tadpaati hain
kabhi behlaati hain, kabhi tadpaati hain
mujhe yaad aati hai o o o apane desh ki miitti
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain

beete pal chhune lage hain dil ko aise
dost rakhe haath kandhe pe jaise
kaisi yeh kirane aisi chhan rahi hai
kaisi tasbeere si ban rahi hai
kitane mausam yaad mein hai aate jaate
baarish aayi khu gaye hai kaale chhaate
din hai alsaaye huye jo aayi garmi
sardiyon ki dhup mein hai kaisi narmi
pal pal ik samay ki nadiya hai jo behati jaati hai
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain

pighale tanhaayiyon ke jo hai andhere
jagmagaane se lage hai kitane chehare
ek lori hai ek laal bindiya
laut aayi hai mere bachpan ki nindiya
o koyi iktaare pe kabse ga raha hai
koyi aanchal jaane kyun lehara raha hai
har ghadi nayi baat ik yaad aa rahi hai
dil mein pagdandi si jaise ban gayi hain
yeh pagdandi mere dil se mere desh jaati hain
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain
apane desh ki mitti ki khushbu mujhe yaad aati hain -
mujhe yaad aati hain

I remember, I remember,
The scent of my homeland's earth, I remember.
Sometimes it soothes, sometimes it aches,
Sometimes it soothes, sometimes it aches.
I remember, oh, oh, the earth of my land.
The scent of my homeland's earth, I remember.

Moments past caress the heart, so near,
Like a friend's hand on a shoulder held dear.
What light, sifting, ever so fine,
What portraits painted, a memory's design.
So many seasons, in remembrance they roam,
Rain descends, umbrellas open, welcome home.
Days are languid, with summer's embrace,
Winters' sunlight, a gentle space.
Each moment, a river, flowing free,
The scent of my homeland's earth, I remember, to be.

The shadows of solitude begin to melt,
So many faces, begin to gleam, felt.
A lullaby, a crimson dot of grace,
Childhood's slumber, returns to its place.
Upon a star, a songbird softly sings,
A lost veil, a memory, gently swings.
Each hour, a new tale, a remembrance bright,
A path within the heart, bathed in light.
This path in my heart, to my homeland it starts,
The scent of my homeland's earth, in my heart.
The scent of my homeland's earth, I remember.
I remember.