This is written by Pradeep@HF. The song is translated by Unni@HF.

First time when I heard this song in Mumbai, I was just speechless. I repeatedly played back the song many times constantly. The poignancy in the lyrics by Nyay Sharma keeps me glued even today. Music is by Babul.

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Mainey socha tha agar maut se pehle pehle
Mainey socha tha agar duniya ke veeraanon mein
Mainey socha tha agar hasti ki shamshanon mein
Kisi insaan ko bas el bhi insaan ki (a)gar
Sachhi belaag mohabbat kahin ho jaaye naseeb
Wohi sahil jo bohut duur nazar aatha hai
Khudbakhud khinchta chaa aata hai kashti ke qareeb
Mainey socha tha yunhi dil ke kanwal khilte hain
Mainey socha tha yunhi sabro sukoon milte hain
Mainey socha tha yunhi zakhme jigar siltey hain.

Isliye, mera pyaala hai jo khaali tau yeh khaali hi sahi
Mujhko honton se laganey do, yunhi peeney do
Zindagi meri harik mod pe nakaam sahi
Phir bhi ummeedon ko pal bha ke liyey jeeney do.

I had wondered, that if only, before death,
In the desolation of life, in the crematoriums of existence,
If only a human be blessed with the sincere, unselfish love of even just one person:
That very shore, seen afar,
By its own volition, tugged to the boat.

I had thought, aspirations bloom thus,
Endurance acquired thus,
A wounded heart mended thus.

But, desires are not fulfilled by mere wistfulness,
Else every wish would come true.
Try as one might, that does not transpire.
Else, every seeker would attain his desire.

I had believed, invariably every person’s fate is shattered, scattered….(but) then restored,
That (eventually) the moon emerges from the cloud.

But there is no end to my misfortune,
Where even withered land serves as mid-stream (for me).
Why reproach fate? Why blame the world?
(When) My very breath turns into a (searing) sword.

Yet I assuage myself,
That stars twinkle in the darkness of the night,
That song pours forth (only) when tears of blood flow,
That one who wants to live does not fear death.

Hence, it is of no consequence that my goblet is empty.
Let me (still) raise it to my lips, let me drink.

Despite failure at every turn of life,
Let me sustain my hopes a while longer.

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