nazar ke tir se ek dard sa uthta hai sine mein
phir is ke ba'd se hi sab ka ji lagta hai jine mein

ye aisa dard hai jo din-ba-din badhta hi jata hai
chadhe dariya mohabbat ka to bas chadhta hi jata hai

mohabbat jis mein rahti hai wo man maila nahin hota
ki jaise chandni chhu le to tan maila nahin hota

isi khushbu ko le ke raat ki rani mahakti hai
mohabbat chum le jis ko wo peshani mahakti hai

ye hindu hai na muslim hai mohabbat sikh na isai
jidhar se jab bhi ye guzri to har ghar mein bahaar aai

jahan mein sab se uncha ek mohabbat ka shiwala hai
jahan dekho jidhar dekho usi ka bol-baala hai

mohabbat ka ye pahlu bhi zara sa ghaur farmaen
agar unwan achchha ho to hum kuchh aur farmaen

mohabbat hai mubarakbaad ke laeq to aakhir kyon
jo sachchi baat hai us ko zaban kahne se qasir kyon

magar ye baat bhi mahbub ke lahje mein bhati hai
mujhe tum se mohabbat hai ye kahte sharm aati hai

'suman' is dard ko inam-e-yazdani samajhti hai
aur is ehsas ko ehsas-e-la-sani samajhti hai