iss dil me bas kar dekho to, yeh shehar bada purana hai
har sans me kahanee hai, har sans me afsana hai

yeh bastee dil kee bastee hai kuchh dard hai kuchh ruswai hai
yeh kitanee bar ujadee hai yeh kitanee bar basayee hai
yeh shehar bada purana hai

yeh jism hai kachchee mittee ka bhar jaye to risne lagta hai
bahon me koi thamae toh, aagosh me girne lagta hai
yeh shehar bada purana hai

In this heart, if you but dwell, a city ancient lies,
Each breath a tale, a whispered myth beneath the skies.

This realm of heart, a dwelling place of grief and slight,
Uprooted, built, and razed anew in endless night.
A city old, it weathers on.

This form, of fragile clay it seems, and when it fills, it leaks,
If held in arms, it yearns to fall, to solace it bespeaks.
A city old, in time it wanes.