Gham-e-furqat dil-e-ushaq ko be-had rulata hai
Written by Muhammad Ilyas Attar Qadri
Gham-e-furqat dil-e-ushaq ko be-had rulata hai
Tarap uthte hain jab un ko Madeena yaad aata hai
Mujhe us ke muqaddar pe bara hi rashk aata hai
Madeene ki taraf koi musafir jab bhi jaata hai
Mujhe us waqt deewane pe be-had pyar aata hai
Gham-e-hijr-e-Madeena mein woh aansoo bahata hai
Yeh beemar-e-Madeena hai tabeebo! Tum na samjho ge
Tarafta hai use jis dam Madeena yaad aata hai
Dikha do sabz gumbad ki baharein Ya Rasool Allah
Na jaane kab Madeene ka bulawa mujh ko aata hai
Madad Sarkar farmate hain deewana agar koi
Tarap kar Ya Rasool Allah ka nara lagata hai
Ata kar do, ata kar do baqi-e-paak mein madfan
Mujhe gor-e-ghareeban watan se khauf aata hai
Nahi hai chand sooraj ki Madeene ko koi haajat
Wahan din raat un ka sabz gumbad jagmagata hai
Hukumat ki talab dil mein, na khwahish taaj-e-shahi ki
Nazar mein ashiqon ke bas Madeena hi samata hai
Sakhawat bhi tere ghar ki, inayat bhi tere ghar ki
Tere dar ka sawali jholiyan bhar bhar ke lata hai
Ibadat ho to aisi ho, tilawat ho to aisi ho
Sar-e-Shabir neze pe bhi Quraan sunata hai
Barasti hai Khuda ki us pe rehmat jhoom kar Attar
Gham-e-Mehboob mein jo koi do aansoo bahata hai
Mustafa ka karam ho gaya hai, dil khushi se mera jhoomta hai
Izn-e-phir haziri ka mila hai, qafila su-e-taiba chala hai
Kooch ka waqt ab aa chuka hai, qafila phir madine chala hai
Munh dikhaoon ga kis tarah un ko, paas husn-e-amal mere kya hai
Main madine ke qabil nahi hoon, bas nabi ne karam kar diya hai
Bojh-e-isyan ka sar par dhara hai, bas gunahon ka hi silsila hai
Lootne ko bahar-e-madina, choomne ko ghubar-e-madina
Izn se tajdar-e-madina, tere tera gada chal para hai
Multaji tujh se hai ik kamina, mangta hai ye qufl-e-madina
De ke deed usay istiqamat, past himmat ye kam hosla hai
Su-e-taiba safar karne walo, lab pe qufl-e-madina lagalo
Ankh sharm-o-haya se jhakalo, bas isi mein tumhara bhala hai
Haziri ko mile chand lamhay, bach gaye kooch ke ah! dankay
Hai ajab wasl-o-furqat ka sangam, hijr ke gham mein dil ro raha hai
Sayyidi Mustafa Jaan-e-Rahmat! Kijiye mujh pe chashm-e-inayat
Door ho jaye dil ki qasawat, tujh ko Siddiq ka wasta hai
Ya Nabi! Mujrim aaye hue hain, bar-e-isyan uthaye hue hain
Aas tujh pe lagaye hue hain, teri rahmat hi ka aasra hai
Main ne jab bhi ibadat ka socha, nafs ne foran us dam dabocha
Nekiyon ka nahi silsila kuch, bas gunahon mein hi dil phansa hai
Hai hawas maal ki, qalb bhatka, har nafs hai hi bas hub-e-dunya
Apni ulfat ka saghar pila do, Ya Habib-e-Khuda iltija hai
Hub-e-dunya-e-murdar dil mein, kar chuki ghar hai sarkar dil mein
Tum jo aajao dildar dil mein, bas tali dil se phir ye bala hai
Ya Nabi! Aap ke ashiqon ko, aap ki deed ke talibon ko
Apna jalwa dikha dijiye na, in becharon ko armaan bara hai
Umr Attar bawan baras ki, hai hawas tujh ko dunya ki phir bhi
Ab to jee jee ke kitna jiyega, waqt-e-rehlat qareeb achuka hai
Qafila "Chal Madina" ka Aaqa, chal para janib-e-taiba Maula
Tere ushaq ke peechay peechay, tera Attar bhi araha hai
Madina