mere muqaddar mein jo likha tha nasib se wo pahunch na paya

mire muqaddar meñ jo likhā thā nasīb se vo pahuñch na paayā

girā to thā āsmān se kuchh khajūr meñ rah gayā aTak kar

musībat aa to ga.ī thī lekin huī vo aap ulTe paañv ruḳhsat

lagā jo thā zindagī kā kāñTā nikal gayā chaar din khaTak kar

vahāñ haiñ ab ham ki kyā batā.eñ vo pech-o-ḳham haiñ ki kuchh na pūchho

ye chaal rāh-e-talab kī dekho ki chal rahī hai maTak maTak kar

ye kaisī vahshat-asar ḳhabar hai patā to ai bāġhbāñ lagānā

khaḌe hue kaan kyuuñ guloñ ke kalī ne kyā kah diyā chaTak kar

kiyā jo Dar Dar ke arz-e-matlab to mujh se ye kah diyā unhoñ ne

sabaq nahīñ yaad abhī ye tum ko sunā rahe ho aTak aTak kar

ḳhud apnā rasta sudhār 'nātiq' na fikr kar shaiḳh-o-barahman kī

vahīñ to jaate haiñ rāste sab koī kahāñ jā.egā bhaTak kar

mere muqaddar mein jo likha tha nasib se wo pahunch na paya

gira to tha aasman se kuchh khajur mein rah gaya aTak kar

musibat aa to gai thi lekin hui wo aap ulTe panw ruKHsat

laga jo tha zindagi ka kanTa nikal gaya chaar din khaTak kar

wahan hain ab hum ki kya bataen wo pech-o-KHam hain ki kuchh na puchho

ye chaal rah-e-talab ki dekho ki chal rahi hai maTak maTak kar

ye kaisi wahshat-asar KHabar hai pata to ai baghban lagana

khaDe hue kan kyun gulon ke kali ne kya kah diya chaTak kar

kiya jo Dar Dar ke arz-e-matlab to mujh se ye kah diya unhon ne

sabaq nahin yaad abhi ye tum ko suna rahe ho aTak aTak kar

KHud apna rasta sudhaar 'natiq' na fikr kar shaiKH-o-barahman ki

wahin to jate hain raste sab koi kahan jaega bhaTak kar