tum kya ho ek chhavi ankit
keval surur nihar ka dekho
jo kar rahe bhid aakash ke neer
wo chale raat aur din
hath mein deep andhere ke rahi
ravi grah taare
tum kya un sam satay nahi
haye keval tum ek chhavi
tum kya ho ek chhavi

nain mein dekhe tumhe
nain mein ghar kar liya tumne
tabhi to shyam tu shaymlata
mein nilima mein neel
mera nikhil tumhi mein paye
nij hariday ka milan
nahi janu koi nahi jane
mere geeto mein swar tere
kavi ke hariday mein tum ho
kavi nahi chhavi nahi chhavi
tum nahi chhavi tum kya ho ek chhavi
ankit keval surur nihar ka dekho
jo kar rahe bhid aakash ke neer
wo chale raat aur din
hath mein deep andhere ke rahi
ravi grah taare
tum kya un sam saty nahi
haye keval tum ek chhavi
tum kya ho ek chhavi

nain mein dekhe tumhe
nain mein ghar kar liya tumne
tabhi to shyam tu shaymlata
mein nilima mein neel
mera nikhil tumhi mein paye
nij hariday ka milan
nahi janu koi nahi jane
mere geeto mein swar tere
kavi ke hariday mein tum ho
kavi nahi chhavi nahi chhavi
tum nahi chhavi tum kya ho ek chhavi

You are but a fleeting inscription,
a glimpse in the mirror’s gaze.
Those who traverse the celestial sea,
move through night and day,
lamps held high against shadows deep,
suns and stars, a cosmic parade.
Are you not truth, akin to these?
Alas, just a painted semblance.
You, a mere reflection.

My eyes beheld you,
you made a home within them.
Thus, O Dark One, you are darkness,
blue in the blueness, indigo deep.
My all, I find within you,
a union of my own heart.
I know not, none can know,
your voice within my songs.
You dwell within the poet’s heart.
No poet, no semblance, no mere shade.
You are not a reflection, you are...what are you?
A fleeting inscription,
a glimpse in the mirror’s gaze.
Those who traverse the celestial sea,
move through night and day,
lamps held high against shadows deep,
suns and stars, a cosmic parade.
Are you not truth, akin to these?
Alas, just a painted semblance.
You, a mere reflection.

My eyes beheld you,
you made a home within them.
Thus, O Dark One, you are darkness,
blue in the blueness, indigo deep.
My all, I find within you,
a union of my own heart.
I know not, none can know,
your voice within my songs.
You dwell within the poet’s heart.
No poet, no semblance, no mere shade.
You are not a reflection, you are...what are you?