kaash vo pahli mohabbat ke zamane aate
chand se log mira chand sajane aate
If only those day of first love could come once again
People like the moon would come to adorn my moon
raqs karti hui phir bad-e-baharan aati
phuul le kar vo mujhe khud hi bulane aate
Spring breezes would come dancing and prancing
they would themselves come bearing flowers to call me
un ki tahrir men alfaz vahi sab hote
yuun bhi hota ki kabhi khat bhi purane aate
the words would remain the same in their writings
Could it be that old letters too would come again
un ke hathon men kabhi pyaar ka parcham hota
mere ruthe hue jazbat manane aate
Sometimes the pennant of love would be held in their hands
And they would come to soothe my ruffled emotions
barishon men vo dhanak aisi nikalti ab ke
jis se mausam men vahi rang suhane aate
In the rains this year there will be a rainbow that will
Bring back those pleasing colours once again
vo baharon ka saman aur vo gul-posh chaman
aise mahaul men vo dil hi dukhane aate
the seasons of spring and the flower-clad garden is here once again
If they could come at such a time, even if it is to wound my heart
har taraf dekh rahe hain mire ham-umr khayal
raah takti hui ankhon ko sulane aate
they look all about, my thoughts who are my contemporaries
If only they could come to put to sleep these eyes that lie in wait
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