Ishq Jab ** Khushboo Se Pur,
To Zarra Ban Jaaye Ayeenah-e-Noor.
Na Jaam Chahiye, Na Mai Ka Sabab,
Gul Hi Hai Raaz — Aur Nasha Hai Adab.
For love, when laced in scent so pure,
Turns even dust to light’s allure.
No wine, no glass, no tavern wall—
The rose alone can make one fall.
So let the lovers understand:
The wasp that kissed her thorned hand,
Did not return the way he came—
He left his name, and bore her flame.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 1:13 AM UTC
Ishq Jab ** Khushboo Se Pur,
To Zarra Ban Jaaye Ayeenah-e-Noor.
Na Jaam Chahiye, Na Mai Ka Sabab,
Gul Hi Hai Raaz — Aur Nasha Hai Adab.
For love, when laced in scent so pure,
Turns even dust to light’s allure.
No wine, no glass, no tavern wall—
The rose alone can make one fall.
So let the lovers understand:
The wasp that kissed her thorned hand,
Did not return the way he came—
He left his name, and bore her flame.
The Philosophy of Love and Intoxication (Falsafah-e-Ishq-o-Nasha) 06/09/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
