Yeh kaisi nayi hawa guzar ke gayi
Jaise aahat uski, jo na ban paaya mehmaan kabhi
What is this new breeze that just went past
Like one, who was never able to become a guest
Na garmi hai is mein us daastaan ki
Jiski dastak se taraane bikhre
It does not burn hot like that fable
That knocked on the door disrupting all song
Na sailaab hai iski rawaani mein
Na sukoon ka ishaara zara bhi
Nor does it have the upsurge in its tide
Nor an indication of any relief it could bring
Yeh kahaan se aayi hai hawa
Jo mujhe hai sehlaaye
Where did this breeze come from
That gently touches me so
Kuchh bole bhi na
Aur hum bhi na kucch bol paaye
It Says nothing….
And I too could not speak
Jab kuchh bhi na tha is jhonke mein
Phir, kyon ye nazar hai aaye
When there was nothing in this gust of breeze
Then why could I see it?
So, what was this breeze that affected one so?
Who is it who can never become a guest?
Who is it that can come and go, neither hot nor cold, and yet a presence?
A tale that will never be one to be told.