hans ke phulon ko vo kareinge subuk — Zeba

butaan-e-hind mire dil mein hain dar aae hue
khudaa ke ghar ko ghar apnaa hain ye banaae hue

ye baat baat pe zaahid jo TuuT jaataa hai
dil-e-hazin bhi hamaaraa tiraa vuzu kyaa hai

khudaa ki bhi nahin sunte hain ye but
bhalaa main kyaa huun meri iltijaa kyaa

huaa hai ishq mein kam husn-e-ittifaaq aisaa
ki dil ko yaar to dil yaar ko pasand huaa

pahle kyaa thaa jo kiyaa karte the taarif miri
ab huaa kyaa jo buraa ho gayaa achchhaa ho kar

aap ko kho ke tum ko DhunDh liyaa
hausla thaa ye mere hi dil kaa

main baDaa ho gayaa huun magar bachpanaa
mere dil se kabhi bhi gayaa hi nahin

'saif' andaaz-e-bayaan rang badal detaa hai
varna duniyaa mein koi baat nai baat nahin

duur ham se hain vo to kyaa Dar hai
paas hai apne aarsi dil ki

jab bhi aql banaati hai pahlaa misraa
dil ko misra-e-saani honaa paDtaa hai

aql kahti hai dobaara aazmaanaa jahl hai
dil ye kahtaa hai fareb-e-dost khaate jaaiye

kisi ki yaad manaane mein iid guzregi
so shahr-e-dil mein bahut duur tak udaasi hai