Zindagi hai to - The sad days will pass

Zindagi hai to khizaan kay din guzar hee jaayengay 

Waqt kay haathon ye dil kay zakhm bhar hee jaayengay 

Jis jagah deepak jalegaa - jis jagah ho raushani 

Baat ye tay hai ki parvaanay udhar hee jaayengay 

Ek hai apni zameen aur ek hee hai aasmaan 

Baat ye gar sab na samajhay to bikhar hee jaayengay  

Chaltay chaltay raah mein gar paanv yaaro thak gaye 

Raastay kay saath phir hum bhee thehar hee jaayengay  

Gar kabhi mushkil padegi raah chunanay mein hamen 

Jis taraf tera ishaara ho - udhar hee jaayengay  

Laakh tum roko - ginaao laakh iskay aib par 

Aaye hain duniya mein to kuchh dekh kar hee jaayengay  

Un kay dar pay to rasaai ho na payegi kabhi 

Apnay dardo-gam kay naalay be-asar hee jaayengay  

Us nagar kee tang see taareek galiyon mein agar 

Raaston say bekhabar hongay to dar hee jaayengay  

Maut ka dar kyon rahega phir unhen 'Rajan' bhalaa 

Jaantay hain jo ki aakhir apnay ghar hee jaayengay  

                               " Rajan Sachdeva " 

Rasaayi = Access, Approach

Taareek = Dark 

                                       English Translation 

If some life is left, the days of sadness will eventually pass.

In the hands of time, the wounds of the heart will finally heal.

 

The place where the lamp is lit - wherever there is a burning flame -

It is certain that the moths will surely come there.

There is one earth for all - all are under the same sky 

If everyone does not understand this - all will be lost - scattered and dispersed.

If our feet get tired while traveling toward the destination 

We'll also become dormant like the path itself. 

If we ever find it difficult to choose our path

We will go in whichever direction you point us to go. 

You may stop us a million times - may recount its million faults 

Since we have come to the world, we will leave only after experiencing some things 

 - (At least we would like to enjoy it)

We have no access to them. We know we can never reach and approach them. 

The cries of our pain and sorrow will go unheard - unanswered. 

In the narrow and dark streets of that city - of that world 

Those who are unaware of the track - will be fearful and lost.

Why would there be fear of death in the minds of those - 

who know that they are going back to their home?

                       "Rajan Sachdeva "