ye shaam mastaanee, madahosh kiye jaayemuze
dor koee khinche, teree or liye jaaye
door rahatee hain too, mere paas aatee nahee
hothhon pe tere, kabhee pyaas aatee nahee
ayesaa lage jaisai ke too, has ke jahar koee piye jaaye
baat jab main karu, muze rok letee hain kyon
teree mithhee najar, muze tok detee hain kyo
teree hayaa, teree sharam teree kasam
mere hothh siye jaayeyek ruthhee huyee,
takadeer jaise koeekhaamosh ayese hain too, tasaweer jaise koeeteree najar,
ban ke jubaan lekin tere paigaam diye jaaye
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