The stillness of the floral profusion,
in the land of imagination...
An old man and a tired stick,
are preparing themselves...
The symphony is lost,
so are my thoughts...
Envy reigns supreme in my mind,
when I see those birds relishing on fruits...
With blurred hopes and blunt dreams,
not with melancholy within...
Three pairs of old legs
and three strong sticks...
Shine, Oh! Street, in the rain of white light.
Oh! Highway man, shine in the luminescent light...
The fragrant peace is difficult to achieve,
The gong of time clicks...
I stand at the head end of the patient,
a speechless witness to the kind cruelty...
Never did I think that,
fate will bring me to the point...
Majrooh Sultanpuri (Kabhi haan Kabhi naa)
Translated by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar...
The sky is covered with dark clouds,
amidst them sparkles the ray of hope...