Anjum Nahin Tere Hum-Nasheen Kya?
Solitude, night—what pang is here?
Are not stars your comrades? Clear
Khawabidah Zameen, Jahan-e-Khamosh
Majesty of those silent skies,
Drowsed earth, deep silence of the worlds,
Fitrat Hai Tamam Nasteran Zaar
That moon, that wilderness and hill—
White rose‐beds all creation fill.
Yani Tere Aansuon Ke Tare
Sweet are the teardrops that have pearled
Like gleaming gems, like stars, your eyes;
Qudrat Teri Hum-Nafas Hai Ae Dil !
But what thing do you crave? All Nature,
Oh my heart, is your fellow‐creature.