This is probably the most meloncholy song sung by Lata. I do not know the lyricist. The composer is none other than Madan Mohan!
eÉÉlÉÉ jÉÉ WûqÉxÉå SÕU oÉWûÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (You wanted to go away anyway. All these were excuses..)
AoÉ iÉÑqÉlÉå ÌMüiÉlÉå SÕU ÌPûMüÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (Now you have made home away from home with no hope of return)
ÂZxÉiÉ Måü uÉ£ü iÉÑqÉlÉå eÉÉå AÉÇxÉÑ WûqÉå ÌSrÉå (The tears you gave me when you said your last goodbyes)
ElÉ AÉxÉÔAÉåÇxÉå WûqÉlÉå TüxÉÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (I made up dreams out of them (of you coming back))
AoÉ iÉÑqÉlÉå ÌMüiÉlÉå SÕU ÌPûMüÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (Now you have made home away from home with no hope of return)
eÉÉlÉÉ jÉÉ WûqÉxÉå SÕU oÉWûÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (You wanted to go away anyway. All these were excuses..)
AoÉ iÉÑqÉlÉå ÌMüiÉlÉå SÕU ÌPûMüÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (You wanted to go away anyway. All these were excuses..)
ÌSsÉ MüÉå ÍqÉsÉå eÉÉå SÉaÉ ÎeÉaÉU MüÉå ÍqÉsÉå eÉÉå SSï (My heart aches and soul screams)
ClÉ SÉæsÉiÉÉåÇxÉå WûqÉlÉå ZÉeÉÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (Yet I have even treasured that pain)
AoÉ iÉÑqÉlÉå ÌMüiÉlÉå SÕU ÌPûMüÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (Now you have made home away from home with no hope of return)
eÉÉlÉÉ jÉÉ WûqÉxÉå SÕU oÉWûÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (You wanted to go away anyway. All these were excuses..)
AoÉ iÉÑqÉlÉå ÌMüiÉlÉå SÕU ÌPûMüÉlÉå oÉlÉÉ ÍsÉrÉå (Now you have made home away from home with no hope of return)
