(Poet: Razab Tabraiz)
Titli ki Tarah Rung e Par, Aziz to Rakhta
Gul Noch leta, Thori si Tamiz to Rakhta
Jate hue jo Mere Sukhan Bech gya hai
Kuch aur Na rkhta, Magr ye Cheez to rkhta
Ae Nafs ! Tujhe iShq ne Yaksar kiya Kharab
Daman ko karta Chaak, Par Kameez to rakhta?
Us DilNasheen k Dil se Yehi aik Gila hai
Na Takht o Taaj Deta, Par Hafeez to rkhta
Dunya k Mu me hoti sirf Khaak, Faqat Khaak
Kuch Raaz k Pardon ko Wo Dabeez to rakhta
Pyalay ki Jagah Lab ka Bharam Mujhko Dikhata
Koi aur Na rakhta, Magar ! NaChiz to rakhta
Main Mom ho Chala tha, Agar apni Baat ko
Wo ToOl De k, Thora sa Areez to Rakhta
Mere YasoOh ka Zarf bhi Hota Na Daghdaar
Karta Na Dwa, Na sahi, Mariz To rkhta
2,1 Ramz, Tu bhi Agar Janta RAZAB
Main Tera laQab Shoq se, Ramiz to Rakhta.
Gul Noch leta, Thori si Tamiz to Rakhta
Jate hue jo Mere Sukhan Bech gya hai
Kuch aur Na rkhta, Magr ye Cheez to rkhta
Ae Nafs ! Tujhe iShq ne Yaksar kiya Kharab
Daman ko karta Chaak, Par Kameez to rakhta?
Us DilNasheen k Dil se Yehi aik Gila hai
Na Takht o Taaj Deta, Par Hafeez to rkhta
Dunya k Mu me hoti sirf Khaak, Faqat Khaak
Kuch Raaz k Pardon ko Wo Dabeez to rakhta
Pyalay ki Jagah Lab ka Bharam Mujhko Dikhata
Koi aur Na rakhta, Magar ! NaChiz to rakhta
Main Mom ho Chala tha, Agar apni Baat ko
Wo ToOl De k, Thora sa Areez to Rakhta
Mere YasoOh ka Zarf bhi Hota Na Daghdaar
Karta Na Dwa, Na sahi, Mariz To rkhta
2,1 Ramz, Tu bhi Agar Janta RAZAB
Main Tera laQab Shoq se, Ramiz to Rakhta.
