Apna to nahin yaar main kuchh, yaar hoon tera

Apna to nahin yaar main kuchh, yaar hoon tera - Khwaja Mir 'Dard'

Apna to nahin yaar main kuchh, yaar hoon tera

Tu jis ki taraf howey, tarafdaar hoon tera

Kurhne pe mere jee na kurha, teri balaa se

Apna to nahin gham mujhe, ghamkhwaar hoon tera

Tu chaahe na chaahe mujhe kuchh kaam nahin hai

Azaad hoon is se bhi, giraftaar hoon tera

Tu howey jahaan, mujh ko bhi hona waheen laazim

Tu gul hai meri jaan to, main khaar hoon tera

Hai ishq se mere hi tere husn ka shahra

Main kuchh nahin par, garmi-e-bazaar hoon tera

Meri bhi taraf tu kabhi aa jaa mere Yusuf

Burhiya ki tarah main bhi khareedar hoon tera

Aye �Dard� mujhe kuchh naheen ab aur to azaar

Us chasm se kah dena ki bimaar hoon tera

~ Hazrat Khwaja Mir �Dard�

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