mai ye sochkar uske dar se utha tha
ke vo rok legi mana legi mujhko
havaao me laharata aata tha daaman
ke daaman pakadkar bitha legi mujhko
kadam aise andaaz se uth rahe the
ke aavaaz dekar bula legi mujhko

magar usne roka, na usne manaaya
na daaman hi pakda, na mujhko bithaaya
na aavaaz hi di, na vaapas bulaaya
mai aahista aahista badhata hi aaya
yaha tak ke us se juda ho gaya mai
yaha tak ke us se juda ho gaya mai
juda ho gaya mai, juda ho gaya mai
juda ho gaya mai, juda ho gaya mai

I rose, believing from her door,
That she would halt me, plead, implore.
My cloak, a flag in breezes bright,
Would be clutched, and hold me in her light.
Each step, a rhythm meant to call,
Her voice, to keep me from my fall.

But she did not stop, she did not keep,
Nor seize my cloak, nor bid me sleep.
No call she gave, no backward plea,
And slowly, I walked away from she.
Until the severing was done,
Until the severing was won.
I was apart, and far I strayed,
Apart, and a soul betrayed.