ik nazm kahun, tere kadmon se jo mere raston mein aag laga baithe. har kalma padhun, jab honton rab tere naam ke aagae salaaam kahe. Milna tai hai tera, mushkil safar yeh mera, rasta de kar, khud chalta gaya, mera sab hai ruuan, dil ko sabr hai mila, teri ek hi jhalak ka dewaana ban gaya. milta tuh jo chala, ishq hota gaya, jaise kadmon se ab jahan bich gaya. kuch kehna sakun yaara, sehna sakun, tere hone se ab khud ko kho baithun. har saans teri, jaise chaand bhari roshan, karde mera yeh sunna sa jahan.

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