Joo bhi ghunchaa teray hoonton pay khilaa kerta hai
Woh mere tangii-e-damaan ka gilaa kerta hai

Dair say aaj mera sir hai teray zanoo per
Yeh who rutbaa hai joo shahoon ko mila kerta hai

Main tu baitha hoon dabaye howii tufaan ko
Tu meray dil kay dhraknay ka gila kerta hai

Raat yoon chaand ko dekha hai nadii main raqsaan
Jissay jhoomer teray maathay pay hilaa kerta hai

Koun kaafir tujhay ilzaam-e-taghaful day ga
Joo bhi kerta hai mohabbat ka gilla kerta hai



Regards,
Sardarzada

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God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife....