Wasfe Rukh Unka Kiya Karte Han
Wasfe Rukh Unka Kiya Karte Han, Shar-he Wash-shamso Zuha Karte Hain
Unki Hum Madd-ho Sana Karte Hain, Jinko Mahmood Kaha Karte Hain
Maahe Shak Gashta Ki Soorat Dekho, Kaap Kar Mehr Ki Raj'at Dekho
Mustafa Pyare Ki Qudrat Dekho, Kaise Ayjaz Hua Karte Hain
Tu Hai Khursheed E Risalat Pyare, Chup Gaye Teri Ziya Me Taare
Ambiya Aur Hai Sab Mah-Paare, Tujhse Hi Noor Liya Karte Hain
Ay Balaa Be Khirdi-E Kuffar Rakhte Hai Aise Ke Haq Se Inkaar
Ki Gawahi Ho Gar Usko Darkaar Be Zabaa(n) Bol Utha Karte Hain
Apne Maula Ki Hai Bas Shaan E Azeem, Jaanwar Bhi Kare Jinki Ta'azeem
Sang Karte Hai Adab Se Tasleem, Ped Sajde Me Gira Karte Hain
Rif'ate Zikr Hai Tera Hissa, Dono A'alam Me Hai Tera Charcha
Murge Firdous Pas Az Hamde Khuda Teri Hi Madho Sana Karte Hain
Ungliya Paayi Wo Pyari-Pyari, Jinse Dariya E Karam Hai Jaari
Josh Par Aati Hai Jab Gamkhwari, Tishne Sairaab Hua Karte Hain
Haa Yahi Karti Hai Chidiya(n) Fariyaad, Haa Yahi Chahti Hai Hirni Daad
Isi Darr Par Shutrane-Naashaad Gil-E Ranjo Ana Karte Hain
Aasti Rehmat E A'alam Ulte Kamare Paak Pe Daaman Baandhe
Girne Waalo Ko Kucha E Dohzakh Se Saaf Alag Kheench Liya Karte Hain
Jab Sabaa Aati Hai Taibah Se Idhar Khilkhila Padti Hai Kaliya(n) Yaksar
Phool Jaama Se Nikal Kar Baahar Rukhe Rangi Ki Sana Karte Hain
Tu Hai Wo Badshah E Kouno Makaa(n) Ki Malak Haft Falak Ke Har Aa(n)
Tere Maula Se Shahe Arsh Aywa(n) Teri Daulat Ki Dua Karte Hain
Jiske Jalwe Se Uhud Hai Taba(n) Ma'adane Noor Hai Uska Damaa(n)
Hum Bhi Us Chand Pe Ho Kar Kurbaa(n) Dil E Sangi Ki Jila Karte Hain
Kyo Na Zeba Ho Tujhse Taajwari Tere Hi Dam Ki Hai Sab Jalwa Gari
Malako Jinno Bashar Huuro Pari Jaan Sab Tujh Pe Fida Karte Hain
Toot Padti Hai Balaye Jin Par, Jinko Milta Nahi Koi Yaavar
Har Taraf Se Wo Pur Armaa(n) Fir Kar Unke Daaman Me Chupa Karte Hain
Lab Par Aa Jaata Hai Naam E Janaab Muh Me Ghul Jaata Hai Shahde Nayab
Wajd Me Ho Ke Hum Ay Ja(n) Betaab Apne Lab Choom Liya Karte Hain
Lab Pe Kis Muh Se Ghum E Ulfat Laye(n) Kya Bala Dil Hai Alam Jiska Sunaye
Hum To Unke Kafe Paa Par Mitt Jaye Unke Darr Par Jo Mita Karte Hain
Apne Dil Ka Hai Unhi Se Aaram Soupe Hai Apne Unhi Ko Sab Kaam
Lou Lagi Hai Ke Ab Us Darr Ke Ghulam Chara-E Dard E Raza Karte Hain
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