डोरियों से बंधे हैं आपस में पहलू ज़िन्दगी के
जो अक्सर उलझ जातीं हैं, गाँठें पड़ जातीं हैं
आओ तेल लगा दूं बालों में, नींद आ जाएगी।
Aspects of life are interconnected by ties of strings, Which tend to get tangled so often, getting knotted, Come let me oil your tresses; you'll sleep in peace.
On the way back from work, stuck jammed in traffic, Chanced upon hearing, a thumri of Begum Akhtar's, A dainty soft kiss of yours like a feather upon my ear.