main ne mana ki bahut dard mein dubi hai hayat
saz-e-hasti ka har ek tar shikasta hai abhi

lab pe afsurda tabassum ke siwa kuchh bhi nahin
phir bhi mahrumi-e-qismat ka gila kaun kare

zist har gam pe mana ki sisakti hi rahi
raat phailae hue zulf bikharti hi rahi

zulmat-e-shab ne sikhaya mujhe jine ka chalan
jab mai-e-dard hi pina hai to phir gham kaisa

main ne mana ki bahut dard mein dubi hai hayat
ye bhi taslim ki ab munis-o-gham-khwar nahin hai koi

tirgi mera muqaddar hai muqaddar hi rahe