So broken was a bird,
it couldn’t be cured.
So robbed was its spirit,
it forgot it soared.
Tumbling from the open skies,
dream-clouds living in its eyes,
it fell on earth, hot and dry,
still letting out a loud cry…Smile now God’s own child,
laugh it off with all your might,
for whatever happens,
a tomorrow will follow the dark night.Only when infant-feathers learnt to defy,
the bird grew fearless and started to fly.
So keep the pain under your wings,
the hidden pathos will help you sing..Smile now God’s own child,
laugh it off with all your might,
for whatever happens,
a tomorrow will follow the dark night.Crushed with each shattered dream,
repeatedly it let out a loud scream.
But in each broken piece of desire,
it heard Maker’s own choir..Smile now God’s own child,
– Vishal Dadlani
laugh it off with all your might,
for whatever happens,
a tomorrow will follow the dark night.
Some beautifully translated lyrics of a song I used to obsessively listen to a few years ago.