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गैर, Strangers
अगर ना होता बरबादीका गम,
अफसाने कहां जाते...
दुनियाँ होती चमन,
तो वीराने कहां जाते...
अच्छा हुआ अपनोमें,
कोई तो गैर निकला,
सभी होते अपने,
तो बेगाने कहां जाते...?
If there was no sorrow of destruction,
Where do the stories go...
If the world would have been Garden,
So where do they go in the wilderness...
It's good in our owns,
Someone turned out to be a stranger.
Everyone would have been ours,
So where do the strangers go...?
