ye daulat bhi le lo, ye shoHrat bhi le lo
Take away this wealth, take away this fame,
bhale cheen lo muJhse meri jawaani
Take away my youth as well,
magar muJhko lauta do bachchpan ka saawan
But return me my childhood days,
wo kaagaz ki kasthi wo baarish ka paani
those paper boats, those rainy days.
mohalle ki sabse nishaani purani
The oldest remnant of the village,
wo buDhiya jise bachche kehte the naani
The old woman whom kids address 'grandma' (naani in hind)
wo naani kee baatoN mein pariYoN ka DeRa
Those tales of 'naani' and her stories of angels
wo chehre ke JhuriYoN meiN sadiYoN ka phera
The wrinkles on her face which tell stories of centuries,
bhulaaYe nahiN bhool saqta hai koi
Cannot forget even if tried hard,
wo choti see raateN wo lambi kahaaNi
Those short nights and long tales.
kaDi dhooP meiN apne ghar se nikalna
Getting out on scorching Sun,
wo chiDiya wo bulbul wo thithli pakaDna
Catching those birds, bulbuls and butterflies,
wo guDiya ki shaadi pe laDna jHagaDna
The quarrels and fights over marriage of dolls,
wo JhooloN se girna, wo giR ke sambhalNa
Falling from swings and managing those falls,
wo pithal ke challoN ke pyaare se tho'fe
Those memorable gifts of copper (brass) coins,
wo TuTi hui chudiYoN ki nishaani
And the marks of broken glass bangles (on hands)
kabhi re't ke ooNche Tilon pe jaana
Climbing those huge mounds of sand,
gharOnde banana, banaake miTaana
Building houses and bringing them down,
wo maasoom chaahat ki tasveer apni
The innocent longing reflected in the eyes,
wo khwaboN khiloNo ki taabir jaageer apni
The dreams, the toys and tidbits of self,
na duniYa ka gham tha na rishtoN ke bandhan
No worldly worries, no concerns of relations,
baDi khoobsoorat thi wo zindgaani
Those were days beautiful, memorable, adorable.