خبر تھی گھر سے وہ نکلا ہے مینہ برستے میں
تمام شہر لئے چھتریاں تھا رستے میں
بہار آئی تو اک شخص یاد آیا بہت
کہ جس کے ہونٹوں سے جھڑتے تھے پھول ہنستے میں
کہاں کے مکتب و مُلّا، کہا ں کے درس و نصاب
بس اک کتابِ محبت رہی ہے بستے میں
ملا تھا ایک ہی گاہک تو ہم بھی کیا کرتے
سو خود کو بیچ دیا بے حساب سستے میں
یہ عمر بھر کی مسافت ہے دل بڑا رکھنا
کہ لوگ ملتے بچھڑتے رہیں گے رستے میں
ہر ایک در خورِ رنگ و نمو نہیں ورنہ
گل و گیاہ سبھی تھے صبا کے رستے میں
ہے زہرِ عشق، خمارِ شراب آگے ہے
نشہ بڑھاتا گیا ہے یہ سانپ ڈستے میں
جو سب سے پہلے ہی رزمِ وفا میں کام آئے
فراز ہم تھے انہیں عاشقوں کے دستے میں
احمد فراز
Google Translate :
The news was out of the house
All the cities were hostages
Well, I remembered a person
The flowers whose lips were flowing in the flower
Where's the school and the curriculum, the curriculum of the curriculum
Just a book is loving in the bed
If we had a single customer, we would do it too
So sold without self-esteem
It's a lifetime to keep the heart bigger
People will keep looking for help
Not every kind of dough or otherwise
All of them were on the way to Saba
Poor poisoning is a poisonous wine
Drug has increased in this snake
Those who first worked in Rizm Fay
Faraz was us in the lord's lord
Ahmed Faraz ( Alcohol Kills)
The news was that he stepped out of house while its raining
The whole town was standing on his way holding umbrellas
When spring came it reminded of one person abunduntly
flowers fall out from the lips when he laughed
what school and teachers , what course and syllabus
only one book love remained in the bag always
Found only one buyer so what could have we done ?
Sold our self without measure very cheap !
This is a journey of a life time have a heart
People come and go on the way
Every door may not be as bright and colourful otherwise
Flowers and flora were all there in the pleasent way
The love is a poison , Charms like a wine
Increases intoxication as this snake bites
The one who fall first in this battle of loyalty
Faraz we were in that battalion of lovers
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