yun nind se woh jan e chaman jag uthi hai
yun nind se woh jan e chaman jag uthi hai
pardes mein phir yad e watan jag uthi hai
pardes mein phir yad e watan jag uthi hai
yun nind se woh jan e chaman jag uthi hai

phir yad hame aaye hain sawan ke wo jhule
phir yad hame aaye hain sawan ke wo jhule
woh bhul gaye hamko unhein
hum nahi bhule unhein nahi bhule
iss dard ke kanto ki chubhan jag uthi hai
pardes mein phir yad e watan jag uthi hai

iss shehar se achchha tha bahot
apna wo ganv
iss shehar se achchha tha bahot
apna wo ganv
panghat hai yahaan koi na
pipal ki woh chhanv pipal ki wo chhanv
pachchhim mein wo purab ki pawan jag uthi hai
pardesh mein phir yaad e watan jaag uthi hai
yun nind se wo jaan e chaman

hum log sayaane sahi diwane hai lekin
begane bahot achchhe hai
begane hai lekin begane hai lekin
begaano mein apno lagan jaag uthi hai
pardesh mein phir yad e watan jaag uthi hai
yun nind se woh jaan e chaman jaag uthi hai

From slumber, the soul of the garden awakes,
From slumber, the soul of the garden awakes,
In this foreign land, the memory of home awakes,
In this foreign land, the memory of home awakes,
From slumber, the soul of the garden awakes.

Then memories return of the monsoon's swing,
Then memories return of the monsoon's swing,
They forgot us, but us,
We have not forgotten them, we have not forgotten,
The sting of these thorns of pain awakes,
In this foreign land, the memory of home awakes.

Better than this city was our own village's grace,
Better than this city was our own village's grace,
Here, no well,
No peepal tree's shade, no peepal tree's shade,
Westward, the east wind's breath awakes,
In this foreign land, the memory of home awakes,
From slumber, the soul of the garden awakes.

Though wise, we are mad with longing,
Though wise, we are mad with longing,
Strangers are good,
Strangers are good,
In strangers' hearts, the devotion of loved ones awakes,
In this foreign land, the memory of home awakes,
From slumber, the soul of the garden awakes.