Poet Name: Akbar Allahabadi

ye baat ghalat ki dar-ul-islam hai hind ye jhuut ki mulk-e-‘lachhman’-o-‘ram’ hai hind ham sab hain muti-o-khair-khvah-e-english europe ke liye

vo lutf ab hindu musalman men kahan aghyar un par guzarte hain ab khanda-zanan jhagda kabhi gaae ka zaban ki

takmil men un uluum ke ho masruf nature ki jo taqaton ko kar den makshuf lekin tum se ummid kya

tadbir karen to is men nakami ho taqdir ka naam len to bad-nami ho al-qissa ajiib ziiq men hain hindi

rusva vo hua jo mast paimana hua lapka jo saaya par vo divana hua england se apna dil jo laaya

kah do ki main khush huun rakhun gar aap ko khush bijli chamkaun aur karun bhaap ko khush sikhun har

ilm o hikmat men ho agar khvahish-e-feme sarkar ki naukri ko hargiz na kar aim shadi na kar apni qabl-e-tahsil-e-ulum

har ek se suna naya fasana ham ne dekha duniya men ek zamana ham ne avval ye tha ki vaqfiyat

har ek ko naukri nahin milne ki har baagh men ye kali nahin khilne ki kuchh padh ke tu sanat-o-zaraat

ghaflat ki hansi se aah bharna achchha afaal-e-muzir se kuchh na karna achchha ‘akbar’ ne suna hai ahl-e-ghairat se yahi