O yeh kehte hai log, hai khubsurat sa desh, jaha karwa ke hai hojoon. Waha bhoori samee, koi gham na kahi, hai sehra ek, par hai uski doon. Waha burab ki cheez, aur paschim ke bheez, aur karishmo ki mithi baat. Jaadu saati dikhai, ek kaaleen hai hawai, haaga sab hai ya rab ki yeh raab. Gali kuchon mein khoon, dekho arbi bazaar, byaar elaichi sa khushbootaar. Itra ke khat padho, maula bhaao karo, reshmi makhmale pahaar. Dheemi sargam chali, jaadu ki yeh gali, haira karne ke hai halat. Yaha masti saugat, hai sitaaron ki baat, haaga sab hai ya rab ki yeh raab. Ya rab ki yeh raab, aur rab ke yeh din. Inne ya bheecha, na lele bazaar, haan sambhal ke lekin. Rab ki yeh raab, khaabon ka jahaab. Rikista mein chand, wafa ka abaad, hai hota wahaan. Yeh sadak hai jo jaati, galat ya sahi tak, mohobat mein taakat dikhaar. Ab dhera khule ya ujala rahe, dekho kismat mein kya hai nikhaar. Wafa ki tailiz wahi baar kar sakta hai, jisme noor ho. Jo goyle ki khaan se nikla koi noor ho. Rab ki yeh raab, jaise din ki ho baad. Ya isme bhala, aa dekhe zara, aa lele mazaar. Aur rab ki yeh raab, yeh hasi jaadni. Mein ek pe aqal, gaya yoo bhisal, toh kahaani ban. www.mooji.org