zist ne murda bana rakkha tha mujhko hijr mein
phaT jate hain zaKHm-e-dil-e-betab ke angur
jab usne mera KHat na chhua hath se apne
na to main hur ka maftun na pari ka aashiq
naKHun ka rang sina-KHarashi se ye hua
suna hai arsh-e-ilahi isi ko kahte hain
kisi ki zulf ke saude mein raat ki hai basar
shab-e-wasl aaj wo takid karte hain mohabbat se
kundani rang ka main kushta hun
