wo tabassum hai ki ghaalib ki tarah-dar ghazal

ye kya ghazab hai jo kal tak sitam-rasida the

sahil ke sukun se kise inkar hai lekin

log mange ke ujale se hain aise marub

aaj pi kar bhi wahi tishna-labi hai saqi

hasti ke bhayanak nazzare sath apne chale hain duniya se

hum to kahte the zamana hi nahin jauhar-shanas

tamam umr kaTi uski justuju karte

mai-kashi ke bhi kuchh aadab baratna sikho

ab dhanak ke rang bhi un ko bhale lagte nahin

aati hai dhaar un ke karam se shuur mein

kuchh to hai waise hi rangin lab o ruKHsar ki baat

tumhaari maslahat achchhi ki apna ye junun behtar

bastiyan kuchh huin viran to matam kaisa

jo tere dar se uTha phir wo kahin ka na raha