جو دل و ایماں نہ دیں نذراں بتوں کو دیکھ کر یا خدا…

The name was Pandit _ Burjmohan _ Dattatria and Tajlis Kaifi. Born in Delhi on 13 / December 1866 Maulana Altaf Hussain was a student of Haali Pani Pati in the art of poetry. Kaifi with ultimate devotion and love of his teacher. Used to mention. Apart from Urdu, there were scholars of Hindi, Arabic, Persian and English. He lived in Lahore for a long time, where his boy was the editor of the English newspaper The Tribune. Anjuman Development in Urdu after father of Urdu Maulvi Abdul Haq It was your status. Served Urdu with very sincere life. His conversation, speech and writing were very decent and decent, everyone was treated with morals and marwat. He was a very peaceful person. Pandit Burjmohan Dattatria Kaifi Dehlvi died on 1955st / November 1955 in the town of Ghaziabad.
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Selected poems on the death anniversary of Kaifi Dehlvi

I don't want to love anyone.
This is the doomsday, this is not the coming of heart
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The heart which love has captured
Then where is the nishat and sorrow in it?
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They are wandering around in Dir and Kaaba night and day
People do not find God even by searching
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Betrayal on loyalty is enmity in peace
There is no time for goodness.
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Let the hairs remain confused, my beloved.
Those who don't open, illusions are good.
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The world is thinking of a dream.
There is a magic of desire in it which is called
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Know the truth of the promise
Let's make our own heart forget
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They say that lips slipped from the brothels
Keep it in your heart that happened last night on the speedy
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It is true that both of them have a scholar
My loneliness, your loneliness
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You will get heaven by killing your soul
This punishment is not guessable
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Come to my side like this, you come out of the house
It smells like it comes out of the garden.
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They used to say bitter, now drink and speak Zahid
Hands come here, teacher, is it fun or not
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The poems that I write in the characteristics of my heart.
So, the people of eyes say a word.
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When the bird of your finger speaks, it speaks.
The nightingale does not win like this of pleasure
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This is the condition of the house due to cell weeping
I didn't even get the dust
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Marriage of fate does not open.
This is also your closed robe
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Everything is and nothing is the existence of darkness
Kaifi, this is what a mazma is called
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What is not found in this world by searching
If you ask the truth, you can't find a true familiar
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Don't write the condition of the heart and read it in the language of people
The reason for showing finger is the pen to us
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You have said everything to say
What if someone answers now
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Oh God, what has happened to me
Your friendship has been traded.
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What can I say to you now that is the stain of sorrow of love
So that it can't be hidden or seen.
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Nadeem, let your hair remain continuous.
He can also be careful, confuse the heart.
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Ablution happens either Sheikh from the same pink water
For Timm you go to dust and throw in the desert
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My life is booty.
I am the sound of the jars era
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Who knows about the morning and evening, how to be appointed and how to do it?
Whose prayer is there, no one even cares about ablution.
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The miracle was of Hazrat Isa, no doubt correct
That I left the world, get up and say, ′′ Qum to me
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The candle of attitudes that fills the breath of love
It's been a long time they should pledge allegiance now
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Insecurity is made of real unity.
When his color is steady, the stranger knows his own.
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Those who don't give heart and faith after seeing the idols.
Oh God, why did those people come to this world?
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There is a reflection of a Bilquis Sani in the heart.
This is the concept of my teacher Bahazad and Mani.
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His soul is filled with clouds, what is his soul?
The boat is running for life, not for anchors.