kitne nazuk kitne khush-gul phulon se khush-rang pyale ek badmast sharabi ne maikhane mein tukde kar dale mausamiyat ke mahir hone ke to dawedar sabhi hain hum samjhen jo habs ghatae hum manen jo jhakkad tale masnui neluni phulon se gul-dan sajae jaen aur qarabniqon ka luqma ban jaen khushbuon wale firaunon ke ghar hi un ke zahron ke tiryaq pale hain raaton ki aaghosh hi pale ai dil surkh saped ujale hum ko 'sharif' ye pukhta yaqin hai aaj agar hain kal na rahenge rahon mein kante hi kante panw mein chhaale hi chhaale