Zamane Dekhe Ga Jab Mere Dil Se Mehshar Uthe Ga Gutugoo Ka
Meri Khamoshi Nahin Hai, Goya Mazar Hai Harf-e-Arzoo Ka
Guhar Ye Bola Sadaf Nasheeni Hai Mujh Ko Saman Aabru Ka
Huwa Na Sar Sabz Reh Ke Pani Mein Aks Saru-e-Kinar-e-Joo Ka
Koi Dil Aesa Nazar Na Aya Na Jis Mein Khawabida Ho Tamanna
Elahi Tera Jahan Kya Hai, Nigar Khana Hai Arzoo Ka
Khula Ye Mer Kar Ke Zindagi Apni Thi Tilism-e-Hawas Sarapa
Jise Samajhte The Jism-e-Khaki, Gubar Tha Kooye Arzoo Ka
Agar Koi Shay Nahin Hai Pinhan To Kyun Sarapa Talash Hun Mein
Nigah Ko Nazzare Ki Tamanna Hai, Dil Ko Soda Hai Justujoo Ka
Teri Nigahon Mein Hai Tabassum Shakista Ho Na Mere Saboo Ka
Haqiqat-e-Gul Ko Tu Jo Samajhe To Ye Bhi Pema Hai Rang-o-Bu Ka
Hunar Koi Dekhta Hai Mujh Mein To Ayb Hai Mere Ayb Joo Ka
Sapas Shart-e-Adab Hai Warna Karam Tera Hai Sitam Se Barh Kar
Zara Sa Ek Dil Diya Hai, Woh Bhi Faraib Khurda Hai Arzoo Ka
Kamal-e-Wahdat Ayan Hai Aesa Ke Nauk-e-Nashtar Se Tu Jo Chaire
Yaqeen Hai Mujh Ko Gire Rag-e-Gul Se Qatra Insan Ke Lahoo Ka
Gya Hai Taqleed Ka Zamana, Majaz Rakht-e-Safar Uthaye
Huwi Haqiqat Hi Jab Namayan To Kis Ko Yara Hai Guftugoo Ka
Jo Ghar Se Iqbal Door Hun Main, To Hun Na Mehzoon Aziz Mere
Misal-e-Gohar Watan Ki Furqat Kamal Hai Meri Abroo Ka
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The world will know when the flood of conversation will emerge from my heart
This is not my silence, but is the shrine of the word of my Longing
As the ocean wave said, “My dignity is established by flowing”
The pearl said, “Sitting in shell is the safety of my brightness”
Whose temperament does not deserve are not improved by training
Reflection of the river bank’s cypress does not prosper by living in the water
I did not see any heart in which Longing is not concealed
O God! What is Thy universe! It is a picture gallery of Longing
It dawned after death that our life was a spell of greed
What we called material body, was dust‐cloud of greed’s lane
Why am I the embodiment of search if nothing is concealed?
The sight is Longing for the Spectacle, the heart is mad after the search
The garden’s flower bud asked the gardener, “Why is Man so heartless?
The breaking of my wine glass is occasion for smile in your eyes
The effulgence of Love emanates from every speck of the existence’ garden
If you know the reality of rose, it is also a combination of color and fragrance”
All my writings are anachronism, my poetry is completely defective
If somebody sees some skill in me it is the fault of my critic
Decorum requires silence, otherwise Thy Mercy is worse than tyranny
Thou hast given a tiny heart, which also is misled towards greed
Unity’s perfection is so evident that if you cut with the knife ‘ s tip
Sure you would see human blood trickling out of the rose’ vein
The age of taqlid has passed, allegorism should depart!
When the Truth itself is evident who is authorized to talk?
If I am far from home, my relatives should not be sad
Like pearl separation from home is perfecting my elegance
