moti samajh ke shaan-e-karimi ne chun liye — Allama Iqbal

tire ishq ki intihaa chaahtaa huun
miri saadgi dekh kyaa chaahtaa huun

haan dikhaa de ai tasavvur phir vo subh o shaam tu
dauD pichhe ki taraf ai gardish-e-ayyaam tu

nahin is khuli fazaa mein koi gosha-e-faraaghat
ye jahaan ajab jahaan hai na qafas na aashiyaana

nahin teraa nasheman qasr-e-sultaani ke gumbad par
tu shaahin hai baseraa kar pahaaDon ki chaTaanon mein

azaab-e-daanish-e-haazir se baa-khabar huun main
ki main is aag mein Daalaa gayaa huun misl-e-khalil

baatil se dabne vaale ai aasmaan nahin ham
sau baar kar chukaa hai tu imtihaan hamaaraa

karo kaj jabin pe sar-e-kafan mire qaatilon ko gumaan na ho
ki ghurur-e-ishq kaa baankpan pas-e-marg ham ne bhulaa diyaa

nazaa kaa vaqt hai baiThaa hai sirhaane koi
vaqt ab vo hai ki marnaa hamein manzur nahin

laDkiyon ke dukh ajab hote hain sukh us se ajiib
hans rahi hain aur kaajal bhigtaa hai saath saath

aashiq kaa baankpan na gayaa baad-e-marg bhi
takhte pe ghusl ke jo liTaayaa akaD gayaa

marnaa to bahut sahal si ik baat lage hai
jiinaa hi mohabbat mein karaamaat lage hai

tiri vafaa mein mili aarzu-e-maut mujhe
jo maut mil gai hoti to koi baat bhi thi