Kabhi kabhi ye baal us parde ki tarha kaam karte hai,
Ki jaise Chand ki Chandani ko rokne kaa kaam karte hai.
Tumhari aankhe muskurayen toh kaali raate bhi fajar ho jayen,
Logon ko kya pata, din me bhi Chand nikla karte hai!
When the War ends,
And I’ll put my armour down!
I’ll be Sitting in my courtyard with a Beer in my hand,
Experiencing that Sunset with She beside me!
Heaven! That’ll be,
Hope! That’s driving me!
“If right now I’m on my deathbed taking my last breath and someone shows me your image,
By the time you’ll come to see me I’ll be gone, but trust me, there will be a smile on my face!!”