Transcribed an old Urdu ghazal by my grandfather, Ali Jawad Zaidi, into roman letters for those who are into this sort of thing but don't know the Urdu script.
Intizaar kyun karti marg e nagahaa.n apna?
Jab Tahu ke deta hai dard e bekaraa.n apna
Gungunaane lagta hai shauq e naghmakhwa.n apna
Jis jagah havaon se shole baat karte hain
Bas vahin kahin par tha gosha e imaa.n apna
Manzilon mein shabkhoon hain, raaston mein rahzan hain
Hum ko phir bhi chalna hai leke kaarwaa.n apna
Uske saare taaqon par rang o buu ki devi hai
Dair e khush-navaayi hai sang e aastaa.n apna
Dost agle waqton ke daude bahr e hamdardi
Kaash main bhi sun sakta shor "Ala maa.n" apna
Sau payaam ulfat ke kaanpte hain hothon par
Ajnabi si galiyon mein kaun hum-zabaa.n apna
Zindagi ki mahroomi tohfa e mohabaat hai
Humne inse paaya hai dard e raigaa.n apna
Daastaa.n faroshi to shaayri nahin Zaidi
Fan kahin na ban jaaye zeb e daastaa.n apna
- Ali Jawad Zaidi (page 37, Naseem-e-dasht-e-aarzu)
