ek din ek mor se kahne lagi ye morni
khush-sada hai khush-ada hai khush-qadam khush-rang hai

is bayaban tak magar afsos to mahdud hai
jab kabhi main dekhti hun mahw tujh ko raqs mein

ek khwahish be-tarah karti hai mujh ko be-qarar
kash tujh ko dekh sakti aankh har zi ruh ki

kash makhluq-e-khuda ho tere fan se faizyab
mor bola ai meri ham-raqs meri ham-nawa

tu nahin waqif ki main ghuma phira hun kis qadar
kitne jangal main ne jhanke kitni dekhin bastiyan

an-ginat aankhon ne dekha mera fan mera hunar
dad lena dekhne walon se tha maqsad mera

is tarah goya unhen taskhir kar leta tha main
dekhta jab un ki aankhon mein sataish ki chamak

bas usi lamhe paron ko mere lag jate the par
phir hua yun ek din dauran-e-raqs

ghaaliban shishe ka tukda ya koi kankar chubha
raqs to kya chalne phirne se hua mazur main

rafta rafta ho gaya ahl-e-jahan se dur main
baad muddat ek din pahuncha jo main pindal mein

dekhta kya hun ki ek taus-e-khush-qad khush-jamal
mujh se behtar aur kitna mukhtalif

kar raha tha apne fan se ahl-e-majlis ko nihaal
der tak dekha kiya main us ko auron ki tarah

yun laga jaise wo tha meri jagah meri tarah
karwan-e-zindagi rukta nahin

waqt ka dariya kabhi rukta nahin
aaj main kal koi parson koi aur

apna apna waqt apna apna daur
raqs karta hun agar main ab to bas apne liye

ya faqat tere liye tere liye tere liye