My heart was compelled 
to come again,
I couldn't help it.
This distance it couldn't stand,
And I couldn't help it.
The heart pleads
To seize for once
That unfinished word
And that fading recollection.

Yes I admit now, 
that I couldn't help it,
and I slipped and failed
for I couldn't help it.
The heart pleads
To nudge again
That repressed yearning
And that smothered flame.

If this is to be,
Could we help it?
Could we meet again
With that lost ease of plain habit?
The heart pleads
To ever endure
That road that got stuck
And the longing 
that now lay in pieces. 

The above is an attempted translation of Phir Le Aya Dil.