arma hai hawao me udne ka mujhe
dharti se ambar se judne ka mujhe
mushkil hai khud ko khud hi se juda karna
mushkil hai khud ko khud hi se juda karna

udta phirta man ka parinda
chhuna chahe har wo shakhe
jis me saje hai khwabo ke patte
phul ummedo ke
sapno ke rango se mehkega jahan
mushkil hai khud ko khud hi se juda karna
mushkil hai khud ko khud hi se juda karna

My soul desires flight, to soar in the breeze,
To bind myself to Earth, to the boundless trees.
Yet to sever self from self, a task so deep,
To tear myself away, the secrets I keep.

My mind, a bird in constant, restless quest,
Seeking to touch each branch, a hopeful test.
Where dreams unfold like leaves, a verdant grace,
And blooms of hope adorn, time cannot erase.
The world, perfumed with hues of every dream,
Yet to sever self from self, it would seem,
To tear myself away, a daunting theme.