"My little paper boat"- Woh kagaz ki kashti

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must

You can have my youth if you so do will

But do give me back my childhood showers

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must

You can have my youth if you so do will

But do give me back my childhood showers

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

She, who, lived here as old as the road

She, whom we children, called granny

She, who wrapped fairies in sweet songs

She, whose wrinkles of years so many

And who, try as much, could forget them

Her fresh long tales filling nights so tiny

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

To walk out in the scorching heat

To larks and those jays and chasing butterflies

We'd marry our dolls and fight over it

High in our swings jumping far from watchful eyes

And those little trinkets of copper and bark

Those deep scarlet marks of broken bangles and cries

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

To drag our feet over smooth high dunes

A castle here, a hillock there

Our innocence filling every picture and tune

Our life of toys and dreams

In a world of joy, relations none did prune

Wasn't it beautiful, that life of ours?

Lyrics to the song Woh Kagaz ki kashti, currently playing on Al-Baal Café

Translation by S.A.A.R, with many thanks for a fantastic translation of the Urdu original.