RAHI
Teri
taareef kartay hain to ismay kya burayee hai,
Khuda nay apnay haathon say
teri soorat banayee hai !
[If we praise you, what is wrong in that,
God has created you
with his own hands !]
Hazaron ki tarah sun lay teri rusvaee kay dar say,
Teri
tasveer humnay kitabon mein chupayee hai !
[Listen, like thousands of other people, just due to fear of you
getting a bad name,
We have hidden your picture in our books !]
Teri masoom surat ki yahi taareef hai sun ley,
Zaban pay
hai yahi sabkay khudai hai khudai hai !
[This is what we have to say in praise of your innocent
face,
Everybody is just saying "Oh ! God, Oh ! God, !]
Marz yeh ishq ka aisa laga ki phir nahin choota,
Dua bhi
humnay ki `Rahi' dava bhi aazmayee hai !
[Once affected by this illness of romance, we could not recover
from it,
We did pray 'Rahi' and we did try medication as well !]
Teri taareef kartay hain to ismay kya burayee hai,
Khuda
nay apnay haathon say teri soorat banayee hai
!