pyar karne wale aankho ki bat samajh lete hain
khawabo me mil jaye to mulakat samajh lete hain
rota to aasma bhi hai pyar ke liye
par afsos log use barsat samajh lete hain
There is no color in the rain
It’s only water, wet and plain.
It makes damp spots upon my book
And splashes on my new dress, look!
But puddles, in the rainy weather,
Glisten like a peacock’s feather.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to
know enough to go in when it rains. One
may keep snug and dry by such knowledge,
but one misses a world of loveliness.
barsat mein ham pani ban k baras jainge..
.
patjhar mein ham phol ban k jhar jainge..
.
kia hua jo aaj aap ko tang karte hain..
.
ek din aap ko bin bataye hi chalay jainge.
Kash K Baras Jae Yahan Bhi Kuch Noor Ki Barish Ya Rab,
K Emaan K Shishon Pe Bari Gard Jami Hai,
us tasveer ko bhi kar de taza,
jinki yaad humare dil me dhudhli huyi hai.