hazaaron saal nargis apni be-noori pe roti hai badi mushkil se hota hai chaman men deeda-war paida

ham apni jaan ke dushman ko apni jaan kahte hain mohabbat ki isee miTTi ko hindustan kahte hain

shaayad mujhe kisi se mohabbat nahin hui lekin yaqeen sab ko dilaata raha hooñ main

vo mere chehre tak apni nafraten laaya to tha maine uske haath choo men aur bebas kar diya

main agar apni jawaani ke suna doon qisse ye jo launde hain mere paanv dabane lag jaa.e

ab kaargah-e-dehr men lagta hai bahut dil ai dost kahii ye bhi tira gham to nahin hai

is baagh men vo sang ke qaabil kaha na jaa.e jab tak kisi samar ko meraa dil kaha na jaa.e

Sunte hain ki kante se gul tak hain raah mein laakho veerane

bahaane aur bhi hote jo zindagi ke li.e ham ek baar teri aarzoo bhi kho dete

mujhe ye fikr sab ki pyaas apni pyaas hai saaqi tujhe ye zid ki khaali hai mira paimaana barson se