Have you seen the soul?
Have you felt it?
The awake, alive and breathing milky white morning mist – have you embraced it and seen how it feels?
Have you ever seen the soul?

While falling asleep at night in a house-boat on a lake,
Have you heard the soft clapping of the water and the gentle sobbing of the winds?
Have you ever seen the soul?

On the icy cool fourteenth night of the moon,
when innumerable shadows run to catch the crescent,
while standing on the shore against the church wall,
have you felt the turbulence in your womb?

Have you ever seen the soul?
The body burnt a hundred times, turns into dust each time.
The soul burnt once, turns into pure gold.
Have you seen the soul?
Have you felt its presence?

(An attempted translation of an urdu poem by Gulzar ji – Rooh Dekhi hai Kabhi )