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یہ بوند بوند بارش , یہ کرن کرن اجالا

یہ بوند بوند بارش
یہ کرن کرن اجالا
میری زات کی تشنگی پر
میری روح کی سلوٹوں پر
یوں پڑیں کہ جیسے
کسی مہرباں نے آ کے
رکھا ہاتھ مشفقانہ

یہ بوند بوند بارش
یہ کرن کرن اجالا
جو پڑا تو ایسے چمکا
میری زیست کا ستارا
یہ چھنچھناتی کرنیں
یہ سرر سرر ہواییں
یہ بگل ہیں روشنی کے
نئی صبح کے ہیں اشارے
میں جو مدتوں سے بیٹھا
ڈھونڈھتا تھا شرارا
یہ پڑیں تو پھر سے چمکا
میری زیست کا ستارا

Yeh boond boond barish
Yeh kiran kiran ujaala
Meri zaat kei tishnagi per
Meri rooh kei salwatoon per


Yun padin kei jaisey
Kissi meherban nei aa kei
Rakha haath mushafiqana

Yeh boond boond barish
Yeh kiran kiran ujaala
Jou pada tou aisey chamka
Meri zeest ka sitara
Yeh chunchanaati kirnein
Yeh sarur sarur hawaeein
Yeh bagul hain roshani kei
Nai subh kei hain isharey
Mein jou mudatoon sei baitha
Dhoondhta tha sharara
Yeh padein tou phir sei chamka
Meri zeest ka sitara

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