Phoolon say achi uski khushboo,
Kaliyon say pyari muskaan,
Sitaaron sa chamakta hua chehra,
Koyal say meethi zabaan.

Chaand bhi chupp jaye yeh keh kay,
Aasmaan pay ab kya mera kaam,
Chaandni to aa nikli zameen say,
Kaisi hai yeh qudrat ki shaan,
Fursat say banaya hoga rub nay,
Farishton ka nahi yeh kaam.

Mitti say banay hain hum sab,
Us main sone ko milaya hoga,
Hooron nay bhi hasrat say dekha hoga,
Pariyon say sunder yeh insaan,
Alfaaz bhi kum padtay hain kahne ko,
Aisi hai meri jaan.

That saffron colour of the sky,
In the midst of day and night.
Where birds with freedom fly,
Promise of a new light.
The Snow covered mountains in white,
An overly beautiful sight,
The gliding blue river,
Of whose beauty there is no price,
The dense forest in green,
Are the home of a diversity,
Where a variety of animals breed,
And give the message of all prosperity.
All thease boons.
Constitute a flag of glory,
Where floweres of happiness blooms,
Can be none other than my beloved country.

Star + Moon = Romantic night.
Bird + Sky = Lovely day.
Forest + Animal = Re-freshing world.
You + Your smile = It's beautiful.

You are so perfect to me,
I wish I was perfect for you too,
You are all I had ever wanted,
You are truly a dream come true,
You are pure like an angel,
You are a sweetheart all the way through,
You are so perfect, so flawless,
I wish I was a little better, a little more for you too.

Ye in gulabo ki sundarta, saumyta,
Ye aapka madhur sneh,
Dono ka itna madhur sangam deta hai,
Mere dukhte hriday ko aseem dheeraj,
Kucch kar guzarne ka adamya sahas.

Ye din, ye pal, ye shann,
Ye dangh, ye sneh, ye saumyta dekh,
Dil khush hai paake aapka shubh aashirvaad,
Ye Khushi, Ye santushti bhare ehsaas.

Ye bhaav jo vibhore hai, kritghyta bhare ehsaas,
Sirf gulabo ke madhur sparsh, rango ki wajah nahi,
Aapki bhavnao, prernao ki wajah se hai.

Ye to madhur sangam hai shradha aur saumyta ka,
Saralta aur sarasta ka,
Bhavnao aur abhivyaktiyo ka,
Rango aur rasmo ka.

Aapka ye samipya, ye sadgi, ye apnapan,
Bhulane se bhi na bhulega apka ye sang,
Aur ye phool jo murjha jayenge kal,
Phir bhi rakhe hai maine sambhal kar,sahej kar,
Denge yeh mujhe nai shakti,
Har pal, har dam, har shann.

Looked at a sweet beautiful rose,
And then I looked at you,
And I kept looking at you,
For the rose isn't as beautiful as you.

Wedding Poems