As soon as I think of you old friend, I cry. I wail that I never knew you I never will know you now But you left a volume under the window sill I wonder who it was for ? I wish I knew you old friend So that you and I could take a long walk Along the bund you so loved We would talk of birds and their songs Of Lorca and his qasidas Of Faiz and your eternal love, begum Akhter And one day we you would talk to me about Rizwan But we will never take that walk now, old friend You had promised you would die in autumn, in Kashmir . But you died in winter Far away from Kashmir . Why did you break your promise? Old friend, But we shall meet again, …… (For the beloved witness)