फिर मिलीं पगडन्डियाँ और फिर मिलीं वह रंजिशें, फिर मिलीं मोहब्बतें, वह इश्क़ में झूमती बारिशें, जो वह दर बस्ता हैं अब क्या वापसी ख़ाना बर्दोश रह गयी हैं ख़्वाहिशें, बस रह गयी ...
The message is supreme;
Born in the heart,
and lilting itself
from tongue to tongue,
throwing its scent
over wind and wave;
travelling on dots
or fingers
when blindness
or silence bar its way.
It hews itself into stone
or burns itself onto magnetic discs;
it is the message that lives
and I exist
solely to pass it on.