Patton pe bani ye shabnam,
Seenpon me chhupa ye moti,
Aankhon se gira ye aansu,
Kisi shab ke andhere men,
In sab ka fasana hai
Raonda gaya hun jaise,
Panwo tale masle gaye hon Phool.
Mumkin hai iski khushboo,
Ab failegi bahut door
Jo na Istamaal hota,
Lafz-e-Ulfat ye bar-bar.
Zara Main bhi kharch karta,
Ise tum par sambhal kar.
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