angdai bhi vo lene na paae utha ke haath
dekha jo mujh ko chhod diye muskura ke haath
she couldn’t stretch her limbs, with all her ample grace
on seeing me she smiled and kept, her modesty in place
be-sakhta nigahen jo aapas men mil gaiin
kya munh par us ne rakh liye ankhen chura ke haath
inadvertently, when, our eyes did chance to meet
she looked away from me, and then, covered up her face
ye bhi naya sitam hai hina to lagaen ghair
aur us ki daad chahen vo mujh ko dikha ke haath
tis a novel torture, henna, my rival applies
while she waits for compliments from me- so in my face!!
be-ikhtiyar ho ke jo main paanv par gira
thodi ke niche us ne dhara muskura ke haath
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gar dil ko bas men paaen to naseh tiri sunen
apni to marg-o-zist hai us bevafa ke haath
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vo zanuon men siina chhupana simat ke haae
aur phir sambhalna vo dupatta chhuda ke haath
she doubles up to hide her bosom- such a pity sigh!
then straightens up again to get her scarf back into place
qasid tire bayan se dil aisa thahar gaya
goya kisi ne rakh diya siine pe aa ke haath
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ai dil kuchh aur baat ki raghbat na de mujhe
sunni padengi saikdon us ko laga ke haath
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vo kuchh kisi ka kah ke satana sada mujhe
vo khinch lena parde se apna dikha ke haath
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dekha jo kuchh ruka mujhe to kis tapak se
gardan men meri Daal diye aap aa ke haath
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phir kyuun na chaak ho jo hain zor-azmaiyan
bandhunga phir dupatta se us be-khata ke haath
wherever do I go to if I, from your street depart
with both the worlds forsaken, there is no other place
kuche se tere utthen to phir jaaen ham kahan
baithe hain yaan to donon jahan se utha ke haath
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pahchana phir to kya hi nadamat hui unhen
panDit samajh ke mujh ko aur apna dikha ke haath
I do recall her offering to me the glass of wine
holding out her hand this way turning away her face
dena vo us ka saghar-e-mai yaad hai ‘nizam’
munh pher kar udhar ko idhar ko badha ke haath