Suno aay chand c larki

Abhi tum titliyaan pakro

Ya phir Guriyon sy khelo tum
Ya phr masoom c Aankhon sy dheron khwab daikho tum

Faraz-o-Faiz-o-Mohsin, ki kitaben mat abhi prhna
Ye sb lafzon k sahir hein

Tumhein uljha k rakh dein gy
Tumhein Maloom he kab hai

Mohabat k libady mein
Hawas aur Hirs hoti hai

Ye insanon ki dunya hai
Magr in sy kaheen barh kr

yahan wehshi drinday hein
Wo wehshi jin ki Aankhon me

Machalty piyar k peechy
Hawas aur Hirs hoti hai

Abhi kachi kalii ho tum
Abhi kaanton sy mat khelo

Abhi apni Hatheli par
Kisi ka Naam mat likho

Abhi apni kitabon mein
gulaabi phool mat rako

Abhi Sheron Main Mat Oljho
Abhi to Omr Baki Hay

Abhi Khud Ko Smbhalo tum
Abhi mat Gungunao Tum

Abi Sy Ishq Mat Socho
Abi Sub Bhool jao tum

Suno A Chaand Si larki