kachche rang utar jaane do
mosam hai gujar jane do
vo kab tak intzar karti
kohre mein khada pul toh
nazar aa gaya tha lekin
uske sire nazar nahi aate the
kabhi lagtaa dono sire ek hi
taraf hai aur kabhi lagtaa is pul
ka koi sira hi nahi hai

shaam gujri thi aane wale ki
koi aahaat nhi thi
nche behta daariya keh raha tha
aao meri aa hosh mein aa jaao
mein tumhari badnami ke sare daag
chupaa dunga

mitti ka sharir se bahut khel chuke hum
is khilone ke rang ab utarne lage hai
kachche rang utar jane do
mosam hai gujar jane do
kachche rang utar jane do
mosam hai gujar jane do

nadi mein itna hi pani
sab dhul jayegaa
mitti ka teela hai
ye ghul jayegaa
itni si neeti hai
nadiyon k behna hai
nadiyon ko behne do
sare aang bikhar jane do

Let the raw hues fade,
The season wane.
How long she waited,
A bridge in the mist,
Appeared, yet its ends
Veiled in mystery.
Sometimes, one shore,
Then, none.

The evening passed,
No sound of approach.
Below, the river whispers,
"Come, awaken.
I shall wash away
The stains of your name."

We played with the clay,
This toy's colors now fading.
Let the raw hues fade,
The season wane.
Let the raw hues fade,
The season wane.

In the river's embrace,
All shall be cleansed.
A mound of earth,
Soon dissolved.
The river's creed:
To flow unceasing.
Let the rivers flow,
Let all limbs disperse.