munis-e-taaza hain ye dard-o-alam — Joshish Azimabadi

allaah taa-qayaamat tujh ko rakhe salaamat
kyaa kyaa sitam na dekhe ham ne tire karam se

tujh se ham-bazm hon nasib kahaan
tu kahaan aur main gharib kahaan

zaahid na rahne paaeinge aabaad mai-kade
jab tak na Dhaaiyegaa tiri khaanqaah ko

vo maah bhar ke jaam-e-mai-naab le gayaa
ik dam mein aaftaab ko mahtaab le gayaa

ai zulf-e-yaar tujh se bhi aashufta-tar huun main
mujh saa na koi hogaa pareshaan-e-rozgaar

chashm-e-vahdat se gar koi dekhe
but-parasti bhi haq-parasti hai

gham hai na ab khushi hai na ummid hai na yaas
sab se najaat paae zamaane guzar gae

jab ki pahlu se yaar uThtaa hai
dard be-ikhtiyaar uThtaa hai

husn jalva dikhaa gayaa apnaa
ishq baiThaa rahaa udaas kahin

nazar bachaa ke jo aansu kiye the main ne paak
khabar na thi yahi dhabbe baneinge daaman ke

us pe qurbaan ki jis ne tiri aavaaz suni
sadqe us aankh ke jis ne tiraa jalva dekhaa

vo dard huun koi chaara nahin hai jis kaa kahin
vo zakhm huun ki hai dushvaar indimaal miraa