aaj tum boht afsurda lag rahey ho, aisay lagta hai jaisay tumhein kissi ney mara hai, ghal sujhey huye, sir sey khoon beh raha hai, aur naak to kintni burri tarha zahmi huyee hai,
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
