Aap log isse poochiye, iske dhadakte dil se poochiye ... zameen se poocho, aasman se poocho, hawaon se poocho, fizaon se poocho, andheron se poocho, ujalon se poocho, chaand se poocho, sitaron se poocho, aandhi se poocho, toofan se poocho ... mujhe se poocho, mere baap se poocho, isse poocho, iske baap se poocho, mere ghar ke char char cartoon se poocho ... arre main kehta hoon aur toh aur in pattiyon se poocho, in pattiyon ke peeche jalti hui battiyon se poocho, is bikhare hue kaleen se poocho, girre hue tambu se toote hue bamboo se poocho ... poocho us zarre zarre tinke tinke se kitna pyar kiya hai main ne isse?
You people should ask her, ask her beating heart ... ask the ground, ask the sky, ask the wind, ask the atmosphere, ask the darkness, ask the brightness, ask the moon, ask the stars, ask the squall, ask the storm ... ask me, ask my father, ask her, ask her father, ask the four cartoons in my house ... infact I am saying that you should ask these leaves, ask the lights that are behind these leaves, ask this strewn carpet, ask this fallen shelter and broken bamboo ... ask every little thing and every drop how much have I loved her?