Isse Hai Sodaye Bakhya Kari, Mujhe Sirr-e-Pairhan Nahin Hai
Misal-e-Shama-e-Mazar Hai Tu, Teri Koi Anjuman Nahin Hai
Yahan Kahan Hum-Nafas Mayyasar, Ye Dais Na-Ashna Hai Ae Dil !
Woh Cheez Tu Mangta Hai Mujh Se Ke Zair-e-Charakh-e-Kuhan Nahin Hai
Nirala Sare Jahan Se Iss Ko Arab Ke Maamaar (S.A.W.) Ne Banaya
Bina Humare Hisar-e-Millat Ki Ithaad-e-Watan Nahin Hai
Kahan Ka Ana, Kahan Ka Jana, Faraib Hai Imtiaz-e-Uqba
Namood Har Shay Mein Hai Humari, Kahin Humara Watan Nahin Hai
Mudeer-e-‘Makhzan’ Se Koi Iqbal Ja Ke Mera Payam Keh De
Jo Kaam Kuch Kar Rahi Hain Qoumain, Unhain Mazaq-e-Sukhan Nahin Hai
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O God! Teach a little Love to my happy Intellect.
It loves fine stitching but my shirt has no collar
As I got Love’s ardor the angels said on azal’s morning
“You are like the grave’s candle, you have no assembly”
No friend is available here, this land is friendless, O Heart!
You want something from me which does not exist under the sky
The Arab architect made it distinct from the whole world
The foundation of our nation’s fort is not geographical unity
Why this coming and going, future’s concern is a conceit
We are manifest in everything, we do not have any homeland
Somebody should take my message to the Makhzan’s editor
Activist nations do not have taste for poetic literature!
