sanam apni palko pe
tujhko baithakar dikhata hu
duniya ke rangi nazare
ye dharti ye parvat
ye awara badal
ye phulo se thandi hawa ke ishare

chttano ke dil chirkar
badi mahnato se ye but hai banaye
ye pathar ka hathi
ye jogi ye mandir
ye biti hui kitni sadiyo ke saye

Upon my lashes, love, I'd seat thee,
And show the world in hues of glee,
The painted scenes, a vibrant show,
This earth, these peaks, where wild winds blow.

The vagrant clouds that drift and roam,
The whispered secrets of the foam,
The flowers' breath, a cooling grace,
A silent language time can't erase.

Through hearts of rock, with labor's art,
A sculpted form, a work apart,
The stony elephant, serene and grand,
The hermit's path, the temple's stand.
And shadows born of ages past.