Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Aaeena mujh say roz kehtaa hai - The mirror asks me everyday

Aaeena ye mujh say roz kehtaa hai 
Aqs tera kyon badaltaa rehtaa hai 

Umar hai ki roz dhalti jaati hai 
Roz hee chehraa badaltaa rehtaa hai 

Ik mukaam pay kahaan ye ruktaa hai 
Zindgi ka dariya behtaa rehtaa hai 

Jism aur Rooh ka rishtaa hai kya 
Kaisay bantaa hai ye kaisay mitataa hai 

Kaun aata hai - kahaan say aata hai 
Kaun leta janm - kaun martaa hai 

Hai yahi vidhaan qudrat ka yahaan 
Beejtay hain jo vahi to miltaa hai 

Jvaar bhaataa hai ye khel shohrat ka 
Aaj chadhtaa hai to kal utartaa hai 

Doob jaata hai vo sooraj shaam ko 
Subah dam jo shaan say nikaltaa hai 

Marz-e-dil kee kuchh davaa nahin milti 
Ishq ka hal kab kahaan nikaltaa hai 

Jab bhee main teray qareeb hota hoon 
Dil mein 'Rajan' ik nashaa saa rehtaa hai 
                  " Rajan Sachdeva "
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                    English translation

Every day, the mirror asks me 
Why does your image keep changing?

The age keeps fading day by day,
So does the face - it keeps changing every day.

Where does it ever pause, this journey’s flow?
The river of life keeps moving — it never slows.

What is this bond between body and soul?
How is it formed — and how does it dissolve?

Who comes (into the world)— and from where do they come?
Who takes birth — and who is the one who ceases to survive?

Such is the law of Nature’s design —
We reap exactly what we sow in time.

This fame and glory are like ocean tides 
High today, and tomorrow it subsides.

It sinks down quietly in the evening
That sun which rises in majestic pride in the morning 

No cure exists for the heart’s deep pain 
Where and when was love ever tamed?

Whenever I find myself close to you —
Says ‘Rajan’ - There is a bliss in the heart like a sweet intoxication.  
                                 " Rajan Sachdeva "

Aaeena       = Mirror
Aqs             =  Image
Ik mukaam = At one place
Dariya         = River
Vidhaan      = Law, Rule, System
Subah dam  = At the time of morning 
Marz-e-dil     = Wounds of the heart 

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