aaj apni mehnato ka
mujhko samra mil gaya
aaj apni mehnato ka
mujhko samra mil gaya
jis me khud khoya hua tha mai
jis me khud khoya hua tha mai
wo sehra mil gaya aaj apni

rah gaya rah gaya milne se kya
jab chain dil ka mil gaya
phul ke hath aa gaya to
bag sara mil gaya phul ke hath

sukhe patte jhad kar sukhe patte jhad kar
sar-sabz to hote hai sajar
jitna kuch lutta raha
usse jyada kuch mil gaya jitna kuch lutta

aarzu aarzu taskin-e-dil ko
aarzu beshumar ye na socho kya na paya
ye kaho kya mil gaya
ye na socho kya na paya
ye kaho kya mil gaya
aaj apni mehnato ka
mujhko samra mil gaya

Today, the harvest of my toil,
A sweet fruit, I now hold.
The desert where I wandered lost,
Now blooms, a story told.

What matters a meeting missed?
When peace descends upon my breast.
The flower clasped within my hand,
The whole garden, now possessed.

Shedding withered, brittle leaves,
The trees awaken, green and bright.
What was lost, a shadow cast,
Is surpassed by newfound light.

Desire, the solace of the heart,
Desires unending, take no count.
Don't dwell on what you lack,
But on what is now found.
Don't dwell on what you lack,
But on what is now found.
Today, the harvest of my toil,
A sweet fruit, I now hold.