be-ginti bose leinge rukh-e-dil-pasand ke — Haidar Ali Aatish

na paak hogaa kabhi husn o ishq kaa jhagDaa
vo qissa hai ye ki jis kaa koi gavaah nahin

main us gulshan kaa bulbul huun bahaar aane nahin paati
ki sayyaad aan kar meraa gulistaan mol lete hain

ajab teri hai ai mahbub surat
nazar se gir gae sab khubsurat

us gul-badan ki bu-e-badan kuchh na puchhiye
band-e-qabaa jo khol diye ghar mahak gayaa

uTh gai hain saamne se kaisi kaisi suratein
roiye kis ke liye kis kis kaa maatam kijiye

ye aarzu thi tujhe gul ke ru-ba-ru karte
ham aur bulbul-e-betaab guftugu karte

vo na aaegaa hamein maalum thaa is shaam bhi
intizaar us kaa magar kuchh soch kar karte rahe

jinhein ye fikr nahin sar rahe rahe na rahe
vo sach hi kahte hain jab bolne pe aate hain

be-ilm shaairon kaa gila kyaa hai ai 'munir'
hai ahl-e-ilm ko tiraa tarz-e-bayaan pasand

tere bin hayaat ki soch bhi gunaah thi
ham qarib-e-jaan tiraa hisaar dekhte rahe

maango samundaron se na saahil ki bhiik tum
haan fikr o fan ke vaaste gahraai maang lo

us ko sochun to dhyaan mein mere
khushbu aati hai pahli baarish ki