dard ye dil ka hamein tang kiye rahta hai
koi khushbu ki tarah sang kiye rahta hai

hae kya khub musawwir hai wo upar wala
phul-patton pe kai rang kiye rahta hai

pyar se us ne banai hai ye pyari duniya
kyon ye insan magar jang kiye rahta hai

jis ki aahat se rag-e-jaan pe dhamak hoti hai
dil ki dhadkan ko wahi chang kiye rahta hai

us ke aane se shab-o-roz mahak uthte hain
sare aalam ko wo khush-rang kiye rahta hai

rang hai nur hai afshan hain charaghan sare
wo tasawwur ko bhi gul-rang kiye rahta hai

chhed deta hai wo jo saz-e-mohabbat 'rinki'
git ghazlon mein nae rang kiye rahta hai