mai raat ko uth uth roti hu
jab sara zamana sota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala

dil uska bhi hain mera bhi
dil uska bhi hain mera bhi
barbad hain ye aabad hain wo
ye kaisi do rangi dunia hain
ek hasta hain ek rota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala

dunia to mita dali meri
dunia to mita dali meri
ab kahti hain dil se yad teri
jo chiz thi jani wo to gayi
ab jan bhala kyu khota hain
wo bhulne wala
wo bhulne wala kya jane
is dard me kya kya
haye kya kya hota hain
wo bhulne wala

I rise in night, a weeping well,
While slumber claims the world's embrace.
He who forgets, his heart a shell,
Can he conceive this aching space?
He who forgets.

His heart and mine, entwined as one,
Yet mine in ruin, his in light.
What double-faced world has begun,
Where one finds joy, the other night?
He who forgets.

The world I cherished, now erased,
My heart now whispers, "Yours to keep."
The thing I knew, forever chased,
Why now, dear soul, this sleep?
He who forgets.

He who forgets, how can he know
The depths of pain, the shadows cast?
Oh, what unfolds, the tears that flow,
The memories that forever last?
He who forgets.