Bahar aaii to jaisey

Bahar aaii to jaisey yak baar
Laut aaye hain phir ad'am sey
Wo khawaab saarey, shabaab saarey
Jo terey honton pey mar mitey they
Jo mit k har baar phir jiye they
Nikhar gaye hain gulaab saarey
Jo teri yaadon sey mushk-bu hain
Jo terey ushshaaq kaa lahu hain

Ubal paRey hain azaab saarey
Malaal-e-ahwaal-e-dostaan bhi
Khumaar-e-aaghosh-e-mahwashaan bhi
Ghubaar-e-Khaatir k baab saarey
Terey hamaarey
Sawaal saarey, Jawaab saarey
Bahaar aaii to khul gaye hain
Naye sirey sey hisaab saarey

It is spring, And the ledger is opened again.
From the abyss where they were frozen,
those days suddenly return, those days
that passed away from your lips, that died
with all our kisses, unaccounted.
The roses return: they are your fragrance;
they are the blood of your lovers.
Sorrow returns. I go through my pain
and the agony of friends still lost in the memory
of moon-silver arms, the caresses of vanished women.
I go through page after page. There are no answers,
and spring has come once again asking
the same questions, reopening account after account.