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.
''aaj subeh mujhe chirhion ki awazain kuch ziada he ache leg rehe then,
pool kuch ziada he khobsorat leg rehe the,
fiza b kuch mehki mehki the,
mene dunia se pocha:
aaj quen tujh man esahusun he?
wo boli:
aaj sms perhne vala zinndagi men pehli br nhaia hai.''
