kya sitam hai ki ab tiri surat ghhaur karne pe yaad aati hai

teri surat se kisi ki nahin milti surat ham jahan men tiri tasvir liye phirte hain

vo chehra kitabi raha samne badi khubsurat padhai hui

vo ek hi chehra to nahin saare jahan men jo duur hai vo dil se utar kyuun nahin jaata

achchhi surat bhi kya buri shai hai jis ne daali buri nazar daali

koi bhula hua chehra nazar aae shayad aina ghhaur se tu ne kabhi dekha hi nahin

ab us ki shakl bhi mushkil se yaad aati hai vo jis ke naam se hote na the juda mire lab

main to 'munir' aine men khud ko tak kar hairan hua ye chehra kuchh aur tarah tha pahle kisi zamane men

un ki surat dekh li khush ho gae un ki sirat se hamen kya kaam hai

bade sidhe-sadhe bade bhole-bhale koi dekhe is vaqt chehra tumhara

tashbih tire chehre ko kya duun gul-e-tar se hota hai shagufta magar itna nahin hota

khvabon ke ufuq par tira chehra ho hamesha aur main usi chehre se nae khvab sajaun

us ek chehre men abad the kai chehre us ek shakhs men kis kis ko dekhta tha main

ishq hai to ishq ka izhar hona chahiye aap ko chehre se bhi bimar hona chahiye

us ek chehre ke pichhe hazar chehre hain hazar chehron ka vo qafila sa lagta hai

kitab khol ke dekhun to aankh roti hai varaq varaq tira chehra dikhai deta hai

ajab teri hai ai mahbub surat nazar se gir gae sab khubsurat

shabnam ke aansu phuul par ye to vahi qissa hua ankhen miri bhigi hui chehra tira utra hua

bhuul gai vo shakl bhi akhir kab tak yaad koi rahta hai

rahta tha samne tira chehra khula hua padhta tha main kitab yahi har class men

kya sitam hai ki ab tiri surat ghhaur karne pe yaad aati hai

teri surat se kisi ki nahin milti surat ham jahan men tiri tasvir liye phirte hain

vo chehra kitabi raha samne badi khubsurat padhai hui

vo ek hi chehra to nahin saare jahan men jo duur hai vo dil se utar kyuun nahin jaata

tera chehra kitna suhana lagta hai tere aage chand purana lagta hai

achchhi surat bhi kya buri shai hai jis ne daali buri nazar daali

koi bhula hua chehra nazar aae shayad aina ghhaur se tu ne kabhi dekha hi nahin

chehra khuli kitab hai unvan jo bhi do jis rukh se bhi padhoge mujhe jaan jaoge

ik raat chandni mire bistar pe aai thi main ne tarash kar tira chehra bana diya

main to 'munir' aine men khud ko tak kar hairan hua ye chehra kuchh aur tarah tha pahle kisi zamane men

rahta tha samne tira chehra khula hua padhta tha main kitab yahi har class men

kyuun jal gaya na tab-e-rukh-e-yar dekh kar jalta huun apni taqat-e-didar dekh kar

why didn't i turn to ashes seeing her face so glowing, bright by envy now i am inflamed, at strength of my own sight the poet expresses a paradox where his survival is a source of shame. he believes the beloved's beauty is so intense it should have annihilated him instantly; the fact that he survived proves he has an unfortunate resilience. he burns now not from the beauty itself, but from the realization that he had the audacity and strength to withstand it without dying.

bade sidhe-sadhe bade bhole-bhale koi dekhe is vaqt chehra tumhara

abr men chand gar na dekha ho rukh pe zulfon ko daal kar dekho

khvabon ke ufuq par tira chehra ho hamesha aur main usi chehre se nae khvab sajaun

chandni raton men chillata phira chand si jis ne vo surat dekh li

ishq hai to ishq ka izhar hona chahiye aap ko chehre se bhi bimar hona chahiye

bhula diin ham ne kitaben ki us pari-ru ke kitabi chehre ke aage kitab hai kya chiiz

us ek chehre ke pichhe hazar chehre hain hazar chehron ka vo qafila sa lagta hai

kitab khol ke dekhun to aankh roti hai varaq varaq tira chehra dikhai deta hai