suno aisa bhi kabhi hota hai kya
ki chhe raaton pe ek khidki se

tin mausam utre hon
aur satwen din ki bhaari raat mein

aasmani balaen
kaenat ke mukammal hone ke dukh mein

shab-e-hijr manati hon
chhe din khuda ne meri mitti ko gundha

aur satwin raat mujhe
sans phunk kar duniya ke hawale kar diya gaya

duniya jis mein sat rang qaus-o-quzah ke
aur aathwan rang bahaar

bhanwaron ke nathunon se ho kar
zahrila ras banate hain

jo mohabbat ke nam par
fursat ki khali shishiyon mein

bhar bhar kar muft banta jata hai
ras bhare jhuton ka zaiqa chakh chakh kar

sach mere wajud mein matli ki tarah tairta hai
jab bhi yun hi khidki se mausam utarte hain

mere jism se sondhi mitti ki khushbu uthti rahti hai
aur har chhate din ki satwen raat ka

tawaf mukammal hone par
hijr meri aankhon ko chum chum kar

sang-e-siyah bana deta hai
bolo aisa bhi kabhi hota hai kya

ki patthar aankhon se
kanch ki khidki ke par

utarte mausamon ki badalti ruton ko dekha ja sake
to kyun na phir aafaqi balaon ki saf mein sharik ho kar

kaenati shab-e-hijran ka abadi matam manaya jae