Lata Mangeshkar’s lilting voice breathed life into penned gems by Sultanpur’s wounded soul – Majrooh – soothed my mental wounds yet again.

The longer version of the original song – has been rendered into English by yours truly.

Akin to the zenith of market’s capital

We attract appraising buyers’ greedy glower

In this thirsty street a single drink would suffice

To bring us back to life like resurrected treasures

The beau is here somewhere close to the heart

But the eyes yearn and dart around to seek

Love’s path is straight and ordinary hereabouts

Yet is curled like young maiden’s wavy tiara strands

Visions’ digging buried memories will be futile

Their footprints have risen tall like fortifying walls

The verses’ madness have assumed a new method

Triggering wounded heart’s tears wetting cheeks and lips

The marred soul swears faith and affection

Yet, we stand transfixed like accused in a trial

For the sake of those who appreciate good music, here is the link of the whole song from Dastak [the knock] – the 1970 black and white classic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DJxsY8l1FM