mere is dida-e-KHun-nab ke pichhe pichhe

mere is dīda-e-ḳhūñ-nāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

ek be-ḳhvābī hai is ḳhvāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

umr bhar chain nahīñ paate haiñ vo log ki jo

bhāgte rahte haiñ asbāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

dil bhī ashkoñ ke ta.āqub meñ bahā jaatā hai

ek sahrā sā hai sailāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

kuchh to tā-umr rahe kasb-e-hunar meñ masrūf

aur kuchh tamġha-o-alqāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

jis kī takmīl pe āñkheñ bhī ga.iiñ dil bhī gayā

umr guzrī thī usī ḳhvāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

un pe zindāñ kī fasīloñ ko bhī pyaar aatā hai

jo chale aate haiñ ahbāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

ham to is darja tire naam ke dīvāne haiñ

jaise dauḌe koī surḳhāb ke pīchhe pīchhe

mere is dida-e-KHun-nab ke pichhe pichhe

ek be-KHwabi hai is KHwab ke pichhe pichhe

umr bhar chain nahin pate hain wo log ki jo

bhagte rahte hain asbab ke pichhe pichhe

dil bhi ashkon ke taaqub mein baha jata hai

ek sahra sa hai sailab ke pichhe pichhe

kuchh to ta-umr rahe kasb-e-hunar mein masruf

aur kuchh tamgha-o-alqab ke pichhe pichhe

jis ki takmil pe aankhen bhi gain dil bhi gaya

umr guzri thi usi KHwab ke pichhe pichhe

un pe zindan ki fasilon ko bhi pyar aata hai

jo chale aate hain ahbab ke pichhe pichhe

hum to is darja tere nam ke diwane hain

jaise dauDe koi surKHab ke pichhe pichhe