Tute rishton ke khamosh saye saath chale the kabhi mere.
Dard-o-gum main lipe, aur gurt gurbat ki ati jin par,
Esi rahon pe chal ke khud ko phir paya hai ab maine.
Jhoote rishte; tute to gum kis baat ka karma,
Jo saya raah main hi chod de, wo na thaa kabhi apna,
Jo mere sung chale akhir tak; woh hi hai humsafar apna,
Jo thame haath lehron main wahi hai rehguzar apna.
Aye the akele duniyan main jana akele hai.
Fakhat kuch chund khushiyan bator lena hai aur kuch lootana hai.
Kale-ghehre badlon se jo bikhra tha tezab tapte registan pe kabhi,
Mujhe us jhulaste hue tezab ko Aab-e-zamam banana hai.
Mujhe sholon se dehkte hue registaan ko Jannat-al-Firdaus banana hai.
