Kitni baar, jab samay se kheej uthti hun;
Bohat haule,
Ya bohat tez chalne par,
Kursi par khali baithe,
Table par baahein tikaye,
Dekhti hun,
Bikhre aansuon ko pareshaan karte hue,
Kabhi ye samay mere saath chalta hi nahi,
Ya toh aage,
Ya toh peeche,
Uddta rehta hai idhar udhar;
Jald hi baandhungi ise,
Aur choker par tank kar chalungi,
Us jaadugar ke saath,
Jiska vaada hai,
Wo lekar aayega,
Ye Kohinoor mere liye…
My wizard
So often, when I get weary of this time,
For moving,
So slow, or extremely fast,
Sitting in the chair,
My arms rest on the table,
I see, the fallen tears, complaining, cribbing,
The time never yields to my requests,
It moves,
Either ahead,
Or lags million miles behind,
It floats around me here and there…
Soon I will tie it,
And will wear it, sewn on the choker,
With my wizard,
Who has promised,
To get this Kohinoor for me…
