itne dukhi hain hum ko masarrat bhi gham bane

itne dukhī haiñ ham ko masarrat bhī ġham bane

amrit hamāre hoñT se mas ho to sam bane

ro.e ba-rañg-e-abr farishte bhī gūñdh kar

kis dasht-e-ashk-o-āh kī miTTī se ham bane

kuchh aur bhī to shīsh-mahal rāste meñ the

kyuuñ ham faqat nishāna-e-sañg-e-sitam bane

āñkhoñ ke sāmne hai shikasta dar-e-sukūñ

ham tak rahe haiñ der se tasvīr-e-ġham bane

barse haiñ dasht-e-zīst meñ ham par vo sañg-o-ḳhisht

yakjā simaT ke aa.eñ to koh-e-alam bane

lahje ke bāñkpan meñ chhupāte haiñ dil kā soz

ham aise rakh-rakhāo ke fankār kam bane

jo dāstāñ miTā.ī ziyāda likhī ga.ī

jitne hamāre haath tarāshe qalam bane

'zulfī' vo sarzamīñ ki jahāñ dafn hai 'shakeb'

vo kyuuñ na ahl-e-fan ke liye mohtaram bane

itne dukhi hain hum ko masarrat bhi gham bane

amrit hamare honT se mas ho to sam bane

roe ba-rang-e-abr farishte bhi gundh kar

kis dasht-e-ashk-o-ah ki miTTi se hum bane

kuchh aur bhi to shish-mahal raste mein the

kyun hum faqat nishana-e-sang-e-sitam bane

aankhon ke samne hai shikasta dar-e-sukun

hum tak rahe hain der se taswir-e-gham bane

barse hain dasht-e-zist mein hum par wo sang-o-KHisht

yakja simaT ke aaen to koh-e-alam bane

lahje ke bankpan mein chhupate hain dil ka soz

hum aise rakh-rakhao ke fankar kam bane

jo dastan miTai ziyaada likhi gai

jitne hamare hath tarashe qalam bane

'zulfi' wo sarzamin ki jahan dafn hai 'shakeb'

wo kyun na ahl-e-fan ke liye mohtaram bane