The sleepless hours, the moon, and the city that will not rest.
Four centuries apart, the same moon keeps watch.
har haath mein ek roshan sa shaffaaf sa aaina hai
magar koi kisi ki aankhon mein nahin dekhta
neend aankhon se ruuTh ke kahin chali gayi hai
aur main hoon ye raat hai aur ek jalti screen hai
shahr so jaata hai par uski roshni nahin soti
har khiRki ek jaagti hui aankh ki tarah hoti hai
har raat ke aakhir mein chhupi ek sahar hoti hai
thaki aankhon mein bhi koi nayi dopahar hoti hai
main apna shahr chhoR aayi par shahr na chhoR saka mujhe
har khwab mein vahi gali vahi ghar vahi dar hota hai
zindagi kya hai anaasir mein zuhoor-e-tarteeb
maut kya hai inhi ajzaa ka pareshaan hona
khaak-e-watan ka mujh ko har zarra devta hai
ulfat ka jis se mujh ko dam bhar ko vaasta hai
ye samajhte the ki paas-e-vafa karte hain
lo vo bhi keh diya ki ham jafaa karte hain