Apne Kirdaar Par Daalkar Parda,
Log Keh Rahe hain Zamana Kharab hai ЁЯкж
рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХрд┐рд░рджрд╛рд░ рдкрд░ рдбрд╛рд▓рдХрд░ рдкрд░рджрд╛
рд▓реЛрдЧ рдХрд╣ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИрдВ реЫрдорд╛рдирд╛ рдЦрд░рд╛рдм рд╣реИЁЯкж
Apne Kirdaar Par Daalkar Parda,
Log Keh Rahe hain Zamana Kharab hai ЁЯкж
рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХрд┐рд░рджрд╛рд░ рдкрд░ рдбрд╛рд▓рдХрд░ рдкрд░рджрд╛
рд▓реЛрдЧ рдХрд╣ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИрдВ реЫрдорд╛рдирд╛ рдЦрд░рд╛рдм рд╣реИЁЯкж
Life is in present,
But our presence is running,
One time it is in what was,
And one time it is in what will.
In between, there is a limited life,
We all have and it’s silently ticking.
Tu chhd ke gayi hai,
Kitno ki luti sham hai.
Jane kitno ke dil tode hai,
Tera yhi to ek Kaam hai.
Kehti thi kamyab na hoga kabhi;
Mere ishq ka imtihan lete the sabhi.
Arey ek dafa Nazar ghumake dekh meri jaan,
Ab to shayaro ki mehfil m bhi mera Naam hai….
–Hiral Singh