Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar

KHudi ho ilm se mohkam to ghairat-e-jibril
Agar ho ishq se mohkam to sur-e-israfil

Azab-e-danish-e-hazir se ba-KHabar hun main
Ke main is aag mein Dala gaya hun misl-e-KHalil

Fareb-KHurda-e-manzil hai karwan warna
Zyyaada rahat-e-manzil se hai nashat-e-rahil

Nazar nahin to mere halqa-e-suKHan mein na baiTh
Ke nukta-ha-e-KHudi hain misal-e-tegh-e-asil

Mujhe wo dars-e-farng aaj yaad aate hain
Kahan huzur ki lazzat kahan hijab-e-dalil

Andheri shab hai juda apne qafile se hai tu
Tere liye hai mera shola-e-nawa qindil

Gharib o sada o rangin hai dastan-e-haram
Nihayat is ki husain ibtida hai ismail

Daulat Ka Falak

Daulat kā falak toḌ ke aalam kī jabīñ par

mazdūr kī qismat ke sitāre nikal aaye

AANKH SHAYARI

aañkh rahzan nahīñ to phir kyā hai

luuT letī hai qāfila dil kā

       Ankh

aañkh se aañkh milānā to suḳhan mat karnā

Tok dene se kahānī kā mazā jaatā hai

         Ankh 

āñkheñ na jiine deñgī tirī be-vafā mujhe

kyuuñ khiḌkiyoñ se jhāñk rahī hai qazā mujhe

          Ankh

diloñ kā zikr hī kyā hai mileñ mileñ na mileñ

nazar milāo nazar se nazar kī baat karo

           Ankh

ham mohabbat kā sabaq bhuul ga.e

terī āñkhoñ ne paḌhāyā kyā hai

             Ankh

har ek aañkh meñ hotī hai muntazir koī aañkh

har ek dil meñ kahīñ kuchh jagah nikaltī hai

              Ankh

idhar udhar mirī āñkheñ tujhe pukārtī haiñ

mirī nigāh nahīñ hai zabān hai goyā

              Ankh

jab tire nain muskurāte haiñ

ziist ke rañj bhuul jaate haiñ

               Ankh

jo un ma.asūm āñkhoñ ne diye the

vo dhoke aaj tak maiñ khā rahā huuñ

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kahīñ na un kī nazar se nazar kisī kī laḌe

vo is lihāz se āñkheñ jhukā.e baiThe haiñ

                 Ankh

kaifiyyat-e-chashm us kī mujhe yaad hai 'saudā'

sāġhar ko mire haath se liijo ki chalā maiñ

                 Ankh

laḌne ko dil jo chāhe to āñkheñ laḌā.iye

ho jañg bhī agar to mazedār jañg ho

                  Ankh

paimāna kahe hai koī mai-ḳhāna kahe hai

duniyā tirī āñkhoñ ko bhī kyā kyā na kahe hai

                    Ankh

terī āñkhoñ kā kuchh qusūr nahīñ

haañ mujhī ko ḳharāb honā thā

                     Ankh

tire jamāl kī tasvīr khīñch duuñ lekin

zabāñ meñ aañkh nahīñ aañkh meñ zabān nahīñ

                     Ankh

tumhārī āñkhoñ kī tauhīn hai zarā socho

tumhārā chāhne vaalā sharāb piitā hai

                     Ankh

un ras bharī āñkhoñ meñ hayā khel rahī hai

do zahr ke pyāloñ meñ qazā khel rahī hai

                      Ankh

us kī āñkheñ haiñ ki ik Dūbne vaalā insāñ

dūsre Dūbne vaale ko pukāre jaise

                     Ankh

              

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the forehead!

And, in parting from you currently,

Thus a great deal let me avow--

You aren't wrong, who deem

That my days had been a dream;

Yet if desire has flown away

In a night time, or in an afternoon,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it consequently the less long past?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream inside a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I keep my hand

Grains of the golden sand--

How few! Yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep--while I weep!

O, God! Can I now not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O, God! Can I no longer save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or appear

But a dream inside a dream?

Itna Ghareeb Hun Main

My Mother

I love so much my mother,

She's usually in my heart.

Even although we argue,

We'll by no means be aside.

She can tell after I have problems.

She knows once I am down.

She's always there to cheer me up,

and get rid of my frowns.

At times after I get mad at her

it's tough to stay that manner.

Only because she makes me giggle

every passing day.

What Is Life

What Is Life

And what is Death? Is nevertheless the purpose unbound?
That dark mysterious call of horrid sound?
A lengthy and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere in any respect, store heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
An issue to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives evidence enough of its arrogance.
'Tia but an ordeal all must undergo,
To educate thankful mortals the way to prize
That happiness useless man's denied understanding,
Until he is known as to say it in the skies.