ye khel dhoop chhav ka, ye kurbate ye dooriyan


ye khel dhoop chhav ka, ye kurbate ye dooriyan
suna rahan hai ye sama, suni suni si dasta
fiza bhi hai jawan jawan.
Har ek pal ko dhudta, har ek pal chala gay
har ek pal fir apka, har ek pal bisal ka
har ek pal guzar gaya, bana ke dil pe ek nisha

Translation:

This play of light and shade, these closenesses, these partings —
the hour recites its emptied tale
while the season stands in bloom.

Each moment sought, each moment fled,
each moment yours again, each moment of the meeting,
each one gone by and leaving on the heart its single scar.

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