Studying, working,
Wanting to stand on feet,
Grow on her own,
Working in, doing the part-time job
To go to England
And to nurture the dreams
Of a creative writer
Even though the race and class
Give them the appearance
Of the second class citizens,
But her dreams
When she comes up to stand by
The spouse gets suspicious of.
Had you been,Been a beautySo slim and fairly tall,I would have,Would have surelyRajanigandha,Rajanigandha,The flower princess,The dream girl,Braided into the hair,Flower sticks stuck intoThe hair,Rajanigandha,Rajanigandha,The flower princess!
DrizzlingAnd lo, it is a downpour,The clouds burstingInto,Melting,Bringing in more rains,Flooding the areas,The rain waters flowing downwards,Engulfing the areas.
The matinee show, the evening show and the night showAnd when the hall used to be packedAs for the new picture,The morning show too used to beAnd the operator used to focus from the upstairsOr from the slanting topAnd the visitors used to throw coinsOn the dances,The loafers, labourers or daily visitorsNear the curtain whistling…
KahaniYaad yaayin,YaayinAur bheegi,Bheegi kar gayin,Palkon,Palkon koBheegi kar gayin.Tum chalei gayei,Chalei gayei,GayeiAur mei,Mei rota rahaa,RahaaTumhari yaad,Yaad mei,Kaisa yah pyaar,Kaisa yah pyaar?Again remembered I your story,Again yourStoryGot remembered,GotAnd wet,Wet it,The eye-lids,Eye-lids,Got wet.You went away,Went away,AwayAnd I,I kept weeping,Kept,In your memory,Memory,How is this love,How this love?
A pair of bullocks with the yokeTo the cow and the calfTo the hand.
But what disturbs it man is the pain of separation.The eyes fill up with tears when the goodbye is bid.
