koi mujh ko daur-e-zaman-o-makan se nikalne ki surat bata do
koi ye sujha do ki hasil hai kya hasti-e-raegan se
ki ghairon ki tahzib ki ustuvari ki khatir
abas ban raha hai hamara lahu momyai
main us qaum ka fard huun jis ke hisse men mehnat hi mehnat hai nan-e-shabina nahin hai
aur is par bhi ye qaum dil shaad hai shaukat-e-bastan se
aur ab bhi hai ummid-e-farda kisi sahir-e-be-nishan se
miri jaan shab-o-roz ki is mashaqqat se tang aa gaya huun
main is khisht-kobi se ukta gaya huun
kahan hain vo duniya ki tazin ki arzuen
jinhon ne tujhe mujh se vabasta-tar kar diya tha
tiri chhatiyon ki ju-e-shir kyuun zahr ka ik samundar na ban jaae
jise pi ke so jaae nannhi si jaan
jo ik chhipkili ban ke chimti hui hai tere sina-e-meharban se
jo vaqif nahin tere dard-e-nihan se
ise bhi to zillat ki pabandagi ke liye ala-e-kar banna padega
bahut hai ki ham apne aaba ki asuda-koshi ki padash men
aaj be-dast-o-pa hain
is ainda naslon ki zanjir-e-pa ko to ham tod dalen
magar ai miri tiira raton ki sathi
ye shahnaiyan sun rahi ho
ye shayad kisi ne masarrat ki pahli kiran dekh paai
nahin is dariche ke bahar to jhanko
khuda ka janaza liye ja rahe hain farishte
usi sahir-e-be-nishan ka
jo maghrib ka aaqa tha mashriq ka aaqa nahin tha
ye insan ki bartari ke nae daur ke shadyane hain sun lo
yahi hai nae daur ka partav-e-avvalin bhi
utho aur ham bhi zamane ki taaza viladat ke is jashn men
mil ke dhumen machaen
shuaon ke tufan men be-mahaba nahaen