Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you... (2)
Hey, your sleeps are wounded, Hey, your dreams are hungry, or the changes will be torn apart... (2)
Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you... (2)
Hey, these temples are silent, Hey, these mosques are aghast, the prayers will get tired... This red storm of time, through the paths of graveyards, hey, will walk soaked in blood...
To whom you'll say 'Unbeliever' To whom you'll say 'Coward', Till how long will you continue your will...
Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you...
This blind wound of yours, Would have healed a long ago, But now it'll be ruptured even more...
Oh world (3) the world of bowls of soot eyes (2), the world of colors of rainbows and vermilion (2), the world of flowers of the sleepy wedding beds, the world of awaken pigeons stretching, the world of turned sleeping truth, the world of out of control health, the world of needs wrapped in wishes, the world of intentions of human dreams, oh world, oh world, What's there, even if you win this world? (3)
the world of cluttered stories of endearment, the world of sobbing youthfulness of sisters, the world of relationship of Adam and Eve, the world of uninspiring words of poets, woh....... the world of dreams of Galib and Momin, the world of revolutionary poems of Majaz, the world of Faiz, Firaq, Sahir, Makhdoom, Mir, Zauq and Daagh What's there, even if you win this world? (3)
within moments the talks goes out, within moments the night goes out, the one who is left searches for the morning (sunshine), in this burning house searches for a shelter, save this world, with the health it is left with, lift this falling world on your shoulder, thinking of it as your own. save this world or it will start burning even with unimportant things, or it will be beaten and bruised, and will be nurtured in the dark nights, oh world....
they say the world is not this much only, there are worlds even beyond the stars, we are not the only ones, there are many more, our all the decisions are taken there, we do not have objection anywhere, they must be correct because they are learned and wise, but this philosophy goes bad when they say, the learned says that he is Ishwar, the wise says that he is Allah, the perfect says that he is Jesus, then the destination then tell to human that, this is your world, so handle it the way you like, these are some dying old lamps, the world of your dark intentions!!
I will tell you a story of one time, When our city was sleeping, that miraculous night, When from every direction it was sunset, Jugni[1] danced with her chunar[2] and bathed with blood, Everywhere vermilion powder was stamped, And then the big problem came, The night when it rained blood from sky. The night when it rained blood in the city.
The city was showered, the earth was showered, The whole humanity was showered, The whole world asked when so much happening, Bro, why our city closed their eyes and slept. Then the city told the sleep was so deep, The night when it rained blood from sky. The night when it rained blood in the city.
The silence was lonely, unknown muteness, Life takes turns violently, So many shadows get surrounded, cluttering their dead hairs, The darkness moves forward like demons, Everybody has shaken from their dance, Somewhere is that tapping sound of shoes, Somewhere is that burning sound of coal, Somewhere is that muttering sound of creepers, Somewhere is that sound of water drops from tap, Somewhere is that blackened window, Somewhere is that darkish chimney, Somewhere is the group of trees moving, Somewhere something is kept on the walls, re re...
When at the junction of deserted road some dog cries loudly, When something happens beneath the dirty yellow light of street lamps, When some shadow saving itself from the world gets lost in other lost shadows, When the poles of bridges are slowly washed by hot lights of car, Then our city sleeps, Then our city sleeps, Then our city sleeps!!!
When our city sleeps, yes, do you know what what happens? Here dead bodies wakes up, and there the awaken dead loses his life, Here cries an women in free hospital shaking, the next moment in her hands there is hot lump of soft meat(new born baby) Here a loud war is up for whores in the fast business of sex, There, a far moving dead eyes observes the blood gushing from the wound, But because of this, wishes are sprayed in the colorful palaces, Because of intoxicated food, arises the deadly jokes, See, how half naked bodies are exhibited with make-up, When these sadist faces wishes to do some mischief...
They asks with so much surprise, when do these things happen, So, we tells them this all happens when, When our city sleeps, When our city sleeps, When our city sleeps...
Jugni - Name of a girl
Chunar - A piece of cloth for girls as a topping for dress
The furious has started, tells the herd of heads, Today's the time of war, roar out loud, Your honour, wealth, majesty or even your life, donate today on the arrow of your bow...
Who gives his life when wished, who takes the life when wished, Is the one ultimate almighty, This is the cry of world, this is the summary of Bhagvat Gita, that war is the certification of warriors, If it's a mob of the Kauravas or the wants of Pandvas, The great is the one who can fight. If you don't have lust to win, if you don't have possession on anybody, kick this wasteful life Death is not the end, so, why should we be afraid of death, Roar it loud in the skies.
If had that expression of pity, or the choice of valor, or that wound of defeat, you decide Or if burning on your full javelin that victory torch, the red colour of vermilion powder, you decide The colour is saffron, or if the mridang is saffron, or if saffron is the beat, you decide The poet in whose imagination life is just a love-rhyme, You reject that poet today, In these wet veins, In this bubbling nerves, give the explanation of fire-storm.
