Voh toe khushboo hay, havaoN maiN bikhar ja’ay ga
Maslaa phool ka hay, phool kidhar ja’ay ga
Hum toe samjhe thay ke ik zakham hay bhar ja’ay ga
Kya khabar thee ke rug-e-jaaN maiN utar ja’ay ga
Voh havaaoN key tarha khana bajaN phertA hay
Aik jhonka hay joe A’ay ga guzar ja’ay ga
Voh jub A’ay ga toe pher us key rafaqat kay le’ay
Mausam-e-gul miray Angan maiN Tehar ja’ay ga
Akher voh bhee kaheeN rait pe bethee ho gee
Tera ye pyar bhee darya hay, utar ja’ay ga
Mujh ko tehzeeb kay barzukh ka banaya varis
Jurum ye bhee meray ijdad kay sar ja’ay ga
tumhe dil main basaye rakhta hoon
aur duniya ko bhoolaye rakhta hoon
tumhe meri nazar na lag jaye
apni nazarein jukhaye rakhta hoon
“The eskimos have 52 words for snow because it is so special to them; there ought to be as many for love!”