bhool ja mujhko bhul samajh kar
bhool ja mujhko bhul samajh kar ho gayi jo anjaane mein
mil nahi sakte kahin raat din bhool ke kabhi zamaane mein
bhool jaa mujhko bhul samajh kar

jin raahon ki koi naa manzil
jin raahon ki koi naa manzil un raahon pe kyu jaana
un raahon pe kyu jaana jakar wapas koi naa aaya
jakar wapas koi naa aaya inn raahon pe jaane se
mil nahi sakte kahin raat din bhool ke kabhi zamaane mein
bhool jaa mujhko bhul samajh kar

man mandir mein kare ujala
man mandir mein kare ujala aisa deepak dhundh le tu
aisa deepak dhundh le tu jalega kaise tuta deepak
jalega kaise tuta deepak aise bhala jalaane se
mil nahi sakte kahin raat din bhool ke kabhi zamaane mein
bhool jaa mujhko bhul samajh kar

dhan walon ki is duniya mein
dhan walon ki is duniya mein pyaar bana uljhan mera
pyaar bana uljhan mera aur bhi uljhan badh jayegi
aur bhi uljhan badh jayegi uljhan ye suljhane mein
mil nahi sakte kahin raat din bhool ke kabhi zamaane mein
bhool jaa mujhko bhul samajh kar

jin raahon ki koi naa manzil
jin raahon ki koi naa manzil un raahon pe kyu jaana
un raahon pe kyu jaana jakar wapas koi naa aaya
jakar wapas koi naa aaya inn raahon pe jaane se
mil nahi sakte kahin raat din bhool ke kabhi zamaane mein
bhool jaa mujhko bhul samajh kar

Forget me, deem me a forgotten error,
mistake of a moment, unintended, a slip.
We, like night and day, can never meet,
in time's vast ocean, our ship will never grip.
Forget me, deem me a forgotten error.

Why tread paths that lead to no horizon?
Why wander where no traveler returns?
Returning, none has ever found their way,
these journeys end in embers that still burn.
We, like night and day, can never meet,
in time's vast ocean, our ship will never grip.
Forget me, deem me a forgotten error.

Seek a lamp to illuminate the temple within,
a flame to banish shadows, dark and deep.
How can a broken lamp ever ignite?
How can you mend a heart that cannot keep?
We, like night and day, can never meet,
in time's vast ocean, our ship will never grip.
Forget me, deem me a forgotten error.

In this world of wealth, love's a tangled snare,
a burden, a knot that only grows.
To unravel love is but to tighten its hold,
a maze where every path its ending shows.
We, like night and day, can never meet,
in time's vast ocean, our ship will never grip.
Forget me, deem me a forgotten error.

Why tread paths that lead to no horizon?
Why wander where no traveler returns?
Returning, none has ever found their way,
these journeys end in embers that still burn.
We, like night and day, can never meet,
in time's vast ocean, our ship will never grip.
Forget me, deem me a forgotten error.