yaad naa jaaye, beete dinon kee
Memories won’t leave me, memories of days past
jaa ke naa aaye jo din
Days gone never to return
dil kyo bulaaye, unhe dil kyo bulaaye?
Why does the heart call them, why does my heart call them?
din jo pakheru hote, pinjade mein main rakh letaa
If the days were birds, I would keep them in a cage
paalataa unako jatan se, motee ke daane detaa
I would tend to them with care/love, feed them pearls
seene se rahataa lagaaye
Keep them close to my breast/heart
tasaweer unakee chhupaa ke, rakhadoo jahaa jee chaahe
I could hide her picture, keep it anywhere I chose
man mein basee wo murat lekin mite naa mitaye
But the one ensconced in my heart, will not erase however I try
kahane ko hain wo paraaye
Even though she is supposed to belong to another




