Charo Taraf Noor Chhaya, Aaqa Ka Milad Aaya.
Khusiyo Ka Paigam Laaya, Aaqa Ka Milad Aaya.

Shamso Qamar Aur Taare, Kyun Na Ho Khush Aaj Sare,
Unse Hi To Noor Paya, Aaqa Ka Milad Aaya.

Kabhi Na Bane The Ajnabi Hum,
Sada Bas Ek Tere Rahe The Hum,

Khamoshi Tod Dete To Aacha Hota,
Tare Har Sawal Se Aaj Wakif Hote Hum,

Taking Some Tender Leaves
I Gave Those To Someone
Many Many Days Ago
Did Those Raise
Her Longevity
Or Were Eaten By
Four-Footed One
I Don’t Know—
May Be The Leaves
Were Burned
In Any Furnace.
A Few Days Ago
I Dreamt Her
After Long Thirty Years,
Strange
Are The Leaves Still Green!

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So Many Paths Had Led
Back To Memory Lane
Here My Mind Travelled
To The Places Again

Stored Here In My Mind
Memories I Can View
The Times Remembered
I Often Thought Of You

This Is The Story That Must Be Told
Of An Iraqi Baby, Not Very Old.

Lying In Her Crib One Star Lit Night
How Could She Know Of Those Planes In Flight?

Kabhi To Mujhko Ajnabi Sa Bana Deta Hai
Aur Kabhi Mujhko Seene Se Laga Leta Hai.

Koshishein To Bahut Karta Hai Mujhe Bhoolne Ki
Naam Likhta Hai Hatheli Pe Mita Deta Hai.