Fir wahi Mausam ayenge, wahi chaand wo hi aasmaan
Aur ye guzasta saal tha sargoshoyon ka kaarwaan

Aao karein kuchh roshni, aao jalate hain chiraag
Ummeed ke qayaas me, aaya saal ye chaubiswaan

“Those same seasons will come again, the same moon in the sky.
And this past year was a caravan of whispers.

Let’s bring some light, let’s light the lamps.
In the hope and anticipation, this year has arrived, the twenty-fourth.