Today dark clouds have appeared from the east again; Mount Sarban* has become covered with darkness again. * This is a hill in Bhimbar, now in Azad Kashmir. The poem is a spontaneous outburst of his feelings after witnessing some rain storm.) However, according to Urdu commentary by Asrar Zaidi Sarban is a mountain near Abottabad and the poem was written there.

As the sun's face became hidden under the clouds; cool breeze also came riding on the steed of clouds.

There are no thunder claps, silent are these clouds; strange in its tranquillity is this tavern of dark clouds.

It has brought everlasting joy's message for the garden. It has come to stitch pearls to the jacket of rose.

The flowers which were fading by sun's heat freshened up; those which were sleeping in the earth's bosom woke up.

With the wind's force the cloud rose, advanced and flowed; some dark clouds rose up, the clouds burst open into rain!

The camp of the mountains' trees is wonderful; strollers in valleys should stay among its trees.