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

tum bahut KHush rahogi mere saath vaise har ik ki apni marzi hai

tumhein ham bhi sataane par utar aayen to kya hogaa tumhaara dil dukhaane par utar aayen to kya hogaa ha men badnaam karte phir rahe ho apni mehfil men agar ham sach bataane par utar aayen to kya hogaa

jo khandaani raeis hain vo mizaaj rakhte hain narm apna tumhaara lahjaa bataa raha hai tumhaari daulat nayi nayi hai

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

ye be-sabab nahin aa.e hain aankh men aañsu khushi ka lamha koii yaad aa gaya hogaa

jurm kii tarah mohabbat ko chhupa rakkha hai ham gunahgaar nahin hain ye bataayen kis ko rooth jaate to manana koii dushwaar na tha vo ta'alluq hi na rakhen to manaae kis ko

hamne maana ik na ik din laut ke tu aa jaayega lekin tujh bin umr jo guzri kaun use lautaaega

dushman-e-jaan hi sahi saath to ik umr ka hai dil se ab dard kii rukhsat nahin dekhi jaati

kaun jeene ke li.e marta rahe lo sambhalo apni duniya ham chale