roz hota hai tarruf mera teri yAdoN se, chhalakta hai noor tera meri AnkhoN se, tadap raha hoon maiN aur ab ye Alam hai, aur intezaar nahi hota ab meri sasoN se,
Gam nahi tha humko kabhi zamaane ki ruswayion ka,Takleef hoti hai jab koi apna khafa ho jata hai,Dil ki khalish aksar jaan leva ho jati hai lekin,Dar-e-dil ek had ke baad dard-e-dawa ho jata hai.