For a dear friend:

Have you realised the feeling that one gets wen one sees exactly what one has been trying to express for so long in print:

Here's one of those times.

Mere Humdum, Mere Dost: Faiz Ahmed Faiz:

Gar Mujhe Yaqeen Ho, Mere Humdum, Mere Dost.
Gar Mujhe Yaqeen Ho, Ke Tere Dil Ki Thakaan,
Tere Aankhon Ki Udaasi, Tere Seene Ki Jalan,
Mere Diljoi, Meri Dosti Se Mit Jaayegi,
Gar Mera Hard-e-tasalli Woh Dava Ho Jis Se,
Ji Uthe Phir Tera, Ujada Hua Benoor Deemaagh,
Teri Peshani Se Dhul Jaaye Woh Tazleel Ke Daagh
Teri Beemaar Jawaani Ko Shifa Ho Jaaye,
Gar Mujhe Is Ka Yaqeen Ho, Ai Mere Dost!
Rosh-o-shab, Shaam-o-sehar main tujhe baihlaata jaaoon,
Main Tujhe Geet Sunaaoon, Halq-e-Shireen,
Absharon Ke, Bahaaron Ke, Chamanzaaron Ke Geet,
Aamad-e-subh'ke mahtab ke, sayaaron ke geet

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Tere Azar Ka Koi Chaara Naheenm Nishtar ke siva,
Aur Yeh Saffak Masiha Mere Qabze Mein Naheen,
Is Jahaan Ke Kisi Be-Rooh Ke Qabze Mein Naheen,
Haan Magar- Tere Siva, Tere Siva, Tere Siva!