"kar raha tha gham-e-jahaan ka hisaab

aaj tum yaad behisaab aaye"

There will be no phone calls, no children to teach, no yellow taxis, no faces waiting at home, no articles to submit, no meeting to attend, no time to think how time flies, no houses, no papers to write, no meend, no doors, no appetite, no rage, no silence, no music, no poetry, no chrome, no ink pens, no childhood, no age, no pores, no breath.

Then this song will end, I will stub out a cigarette, and finish my drink.

Adieu.