zaraa si aahat hoti hai to dil sochataa hai
kahi ye vo to nahi, kahi ye vo to nahi
zaraa si aahat hoti hai

chhup ke sine me koi jaise sadaa detaa hai
shaam se pahale diyaa dil ka jalaa detaa hai
hai usi ki ye sadaa, hai usi ki ye adaa
kahi ye vo to nahi

shakl phirati hai nigaaho me vohi pyaari si
meri nas-nas me machalane lagi chigari si
chhu gai jism meraa kisake daaman ki havaa
kahi ye vo to nahi

A whisper stirs, the heart takes flight,
Is it they, perhaps? Is it they in the light?
A whisper stirs.

Hidden deep, a voice softly calls,
Before the dusk, a heart’s lamp enthralls.
The echo theirs, the gesture true,
Is it they, beyond the blue?

A beloved face, a fleeting grace,
In my gaze, its cherished trace.
A fire ignites, in every vein,
Whose touch, whose breath, this sweet terrain?
Is it they, again?