The winds have formed towards direction anew..
And the clouds have blown hither thither,
Sometimes you are drenched in heat..
And next you fall into a wave of rain,
Times flow towards and away..
...Guess, changing is that time again.
Dard-e-Kaafir na ban sakte hain..
Na dard ko yoon apna sakte hain..
Hosh bhi gawana chahe hum..
Toh aisa jaam na bana sakte hain..
