My Desire

Woh kaise log honge jinke paas azaadi hai,
Kaise dikhte honge, behisaab sundarta mein lipte hue.
Unki aankhon mein chamak hogi, jaise sitaron ki roshni,
Unke chehron par muskaan hogi, jaise subah ki pehli kiran.
Unki chaal mein hogi ek adbhut lay,
Jaise hawa mein bahti hui sangeet ki dhun.
Unke dilon mein hogi ek anokhi khushi,
Jaise baarish ki boondon mein chhupi hui mithaas.
Woh kaise log honge jinke paas azaadi hai,
Kaise dikhte honge, behisaab sundarta mein lipte hue.

What kind of people are they who have freedom,
How do they look, wrapped in boundless beauty.
Their eyes must sparkle like the light of stars,
Their faces must smile like the first ray of dawn.
Their walk must have a wonderful rhythm,
Like the melody of music flowing in the air.
Their hearts must hold a unique joy,
Like the sweetness hidden in raindrops.
What kind of people are they who have freedom,
How do they look, wrapped in boundless beauty.