dida-e-dost tiri chasm-numaai ki qasam — Saqib Lakhnavi

hijr ki shab naala-e-dil vo sadaa dene lage
sunne vaale raat kaTne ki duaa dene lage

aadhi se ziyaada shab-e-gham kaaT chukaa huun
ab bhi agar aa jaao to ye raat baDi hai

ai chaman vaalo chaman mein yuun guzaaraa chaahiye
baaghbaan bhi khush rahe raazi rahe sayyaad bhi

mushkil-e-ishq mein laazim hai tahammul 'saaqib'
baat bigDi hui banti nahin ghabraane se

bu-e-gul phulon mein rahti thi magar rah na saki
main to kaanTon mein rahaa aur pareshaan na huaa

balaa se ho paamaal saaraa zamaana
na aae tumhein paanv rakhnaa sambhal kar

jab ki pahlu se yaar uThtaa hai
dard be-ikhtiyaar uThtaa hai

vo habib ho ki rahbar vo raqib ho ki rahzan
jo dayaar-e-dil se guzre use ham-kalaam kar lo

tazkire mein tire ik naam ko yuun joD diyaa
doston ne mujhe shishe ki tarah toD diyaa

ham ko yaaron ne yaad bhi na rakhaa
'jaun' yaaron ke yaar the ham to

mire rashk-e-be-nihaayat ko na puchh mere dil se
tujhe tujh se bhi chhupaataa agar ikhtiyaar hotaa

itnaa batlaa mujhe harjaai huun main yaar ki tu
main har ik shakhs se rakhtaa huun sarokaar ki tu