kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai
ke zindagi teri zulfo ki naram chhao me gujarane pati
to shadaab ho bhi sakati thi
ye ranjo gam ki sayahi jo dil pe chhayi hai
teri nazar ki suao me kho bhi sakati thi
magar ye ho na saka

magar ye ho na saka, aur ab ye aalam hai
ki tu nahi tera gam teri zusatzu bhi nahi
gujar rahi hai kuch is tarha zindagi jaise
ise kisi ke sahare ki aarzu bhi nahi

na koi raah, na manjil, na roshani ka suraag
bhatak rahi hai andhero me zindagi meri
inhi andhero me rah jauga kabhi khokar
mai janata hu meri humnafaz, magar yu hi
kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai

Sometimes, a whisper in my heart takes root,
That life, entwined within your tresses' shade,
Might have bloomed, a verdant, vibrant fruit.
The ink of sorrow, on my spirit laid,
Could have dissolved within your gaze's light,
But such a fate, alas, was not my right.

And now, this state: you gone, your absence vast,
No quest for you remains, no longing deep.
My life unfolds, as shadows swiftly cast,
As though no haven, in its depths, would keep.
No path ahead, no beacon in the night,
My wandering soul, astray from guiding sight.

Lost in the darkness, where I'll surely drown,
Forever bound to shadows, I surmise.
I know, my friend, I know… yet, coming down,
Sometimes, a whisper in my heart still lies.