kash wo pahli mohabbat ke zamane aate
chand se log mera chand sajaane aate

if only those day of first love could come once again
people like the moon would come to adorn my moon

raqs karti hui phir baad-e-bahaaran aati
phul le kar wo mujhe khud hi bulane aate

spring breezes would come dancing and prancing
they would themselves come bearing flowers to call me

un ki tahrir mein alfaz wahi sab hote
yun bhi hota ki kabhi khat bhi purane aate

the words would remain the same in their writings
could it be that old letters too would come again

un ke hathon mein kabhi pyar ka parcham hota
mere ruthe hue jazbaat manane aate

sometimes the pennant of love would be held in their hands
and they would come to soothe my ruffled emotions

barishon mein wo dhanak aisi nikalti ab ke
jis se mausam mein wahi rang suhane aate

in the rains this year there will be a rainbow that will
bring back those pleasing colours once again

wo bahaaron ka saman aur wo gul-posh chaman
aise mahaul mein wo dil hi dukhane aate

the seasons of spring and the flower-clad garden is here once again
if they could come at such a time, even if it is to wound my heart

har taraf dekh rahe hain mere ham-umr khayal
rah takti hui aankhon ko sulane aate

they look all about, my thoughts who are my contemporaries
if only they could come to put to sleep these eyes that lie in wait