ye muhabbat kii kitaaben kaun yuñ kab tak padhe kaun maare roz hi ik baat pe apna hi man

raam hone men ya raavan men hai antar itnaa ek duniya ko khushi doosra gham deta hai ham ne raavan ko baras dar baras jalaya hai kaun hai vo jo ise phir se janam deta hai

koi honthon pe ungli rakh gaya hai usii din se main likhkar bolta hooñ

sab intzaar men the kab koi zabaan khule phir uske hont khule aur sabke kaan khule

itni milti hai mirii ghazalon se soorat teri log tujh ko mira mahboob samjhte honge

tanhaaii men akshar had se gujarati hai jeene nahin deti yaadon ki purwaai

yuñ bahaaya na kar sar-e-mahfil ashk aankhoñ ka aab-e-zamzam hai

tumhaare shahr men aakar thikaana dhundhte hain ham apne shahr men hote to ghar gaye hote

vo jo dard e dil ka sukoon tha vo hi chaara-gar na mila ha men na to gham hai ab na malaal haina KHafaa hai dil na gilaa ha men

tum mile to yuñ laga marham mila varna badhta ja raha tha dard e dil