wo din na rahe rate na rahi
aapne h huye begane ab kis ko aana ki dil toot jaye
dekho aaye hum manane armano ki is bagiya mein
har daal pe ishka jhula tha harkali yahi khil jati thi
har phool khushi se khilte the
wo din na rahe rate na rahi
aapne h huye begane ab kis ko aana ki dil toot jaye
dekho aaye hum manane armano ki is bagiya mein
har daal pe ishka jhula tha harkali yahi khil jati thi
har phool khushi se khilte the

The days are gone, the nights have fled,
Familiar faces now estranged, whose call can mend? Broken hearts now weep.
See, they come to comfort us, in the garden of desires,
Each branch once held its swing, each bud bloomed with glee,
Each flower bloomed in joyous light.

The days are gone, the nights have fled,
Familiar faces now estranged, whose call can mend? Broken hearts now weep.
See, they come to comfort us, in the garden of desires,
Each branch once held its swing, each bud bloomed with glee,
Each flower bloomed in joyous light.