khub hans lo meri aawara-mizaji par tum
main ne barson yun hi khae hain mohabbat ke fareb

ab na ehsas-e-taqaddus na riwayat ki fikr
ab ujalon mein na khaungi main zulmat ke fareb

khub hans lo ki mere haal pe sab hanste hain
meri aankhon se kisi ne bhi na aansu ponchhe

mujh ko hamdard nigahon ki zarurat bhi nahin
aur shoalon ko badhate hain hawa ke jhonke

khub hans lo ki takalluf se bahut dur hun main
main ne masnui tabassum ka bhi dekha anjam

mujh se kyun dur raho aao main aawara hun
apne hathon se pilao to mai-e-talkh ka jam

khub hans lo ki yahi waqt guzar jaega
kal na waraftagi-e-shauq se dekhega koi

itni masum latafat se na khelega koi
khub hans lo ki yahi lamhe ghanimat hain abhi

meri hi tarah se tum bhi to ho aawara-mizaj
kitni banhon ne tumhein shauq se jakda hoga

kitne jalte hue honton ne liya hoga khiraj
khub hans lo tumhein bite hue lamhon ki qasam

meri bahki hui baaton ka bura mat mano
mere ehsas ko tahzib kuchal deti hai

tum bhi tahzib ke malbus utaro phenko
khub hans lo ki mere lamhe gurezan hain ab

meri rag rag mein abhi masti-e-sahba bhar do
main bhi tahzib se bezar hun tum bhi bezar

aur is jism-e-barahna ko barahna kar do