Kyun Ziyaankar Banu, Sood Faramosh Rahoon?
Fikr-e-Farda Na Karoon, Mehw-e-Gham-e-Dosh Rahoon?
Naal-e-Bulbul Ke Sunoon Aur Hamatan Gosh Rahoon?
Hamnawa Main Bhi Koi Gul Hoon Ke Khamosh Rahoon?

Jurr’at Aamoz Meri Taab-e-Sukhan Hai Mujhko!
Shikwa Allah Se Khakam Badhan Hai Mujhko!

Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment?
Think not of the future, remain occupied in today’s problems?
Should I hear nightingale’s wails and remain completely mute?
O companion! Am I some flower so that I may remain silent?

The strength of my poetry is encouraging to me..
My complaint is against God! With Dust in my mouth (Woe be to me)!

Hai Baja Shewa-e-Tasleem Mein Mash’hoor Hain Hum;
Qissa-e-Dard Sunaate Hain Ke Majboor Hain Hum.
Saaz Khaamosh Hain, Fariyaad Se Maamoor Hain Hum;
Nala Aata Hai Agar Lab Pe Tho Ma’zoor Hain Hum.

Aye Khuda Shikwa-e-Arbaab-e-Wafa Bhi Sunle;
Khugar-e-Hamd Se Thoda Sa Gila Bhi Sunle.

It is true that we are famous in the methods of obedience;
But we are relating our story of pain out of compulsion.
Though a silent orchestra, we are full of complaint!
If the wailing comes to the lips we are excusable O God!

Listen to the remonstrance also from the faithful
Listen to some complaint also from the one accustomed to praise You

Thi Tho Maujood Azal Se Hi Teri Zaat-e-Qadeem;
Phool Tha Zaib-e-Chaman, Par Na Pareshaan Thi Shameem.
Shart Insaaf Hai Aye Saahib-e-Althaaf-e-Ameen;
Boo-e-Gul Phailti Kis Tarha Jo Hoti Na Naseem?

Hamko Jamee’at-e-Khatir Ye Pareshaani Thi
Warna Ummat Tere Mehboob (saw) Ki, Diwaani Thi?

Though Your Existence had existed since eternity;
The flower existed in the garden but fragrance had not dispersed
Justice is a condition, O Lord of Universal Benevolence!
How could flower’s fragrance spread if breeze did not exist?

This problem’s solution was the source of satisfaction to us;
Otherwise was the Holy Prophet’s Ummah insane?

Hum Se Pehlay Tha Ajab Tere Jahan Ka Manzar;
Kaheen Masjood The Patthar Kaheen Ma’bood Shajar!
Khogar-e-Paikar-e-Mehsoos Thi Insaan Ki Nazar;
Maanta Phir Koi Un-Dekhe Khuda Ko Kyun Kar??

Tujh Ko Maloom Hai Leta Tha Koi Naam Tera?
Quwwat-e-Baazo-e-Muslim Nai Kiya Kaam Tera!

The scene of Your world was strange before us;
Stones were adored somewhere, trees were worshipped somewhere.
The eyes of Man are accustomed to tangible forms;
How could they be amenable to accept the Unseen God?

Do You know anyone who ever took Your name?
The strength of Muslims accomplished Your task of it!

Bas Rahe The Yaheen Saljooq Bhi, Toorani Bhi;
Ahl-e-Cheen, Cheen Mein, Iran Mein Sasani Bhi.
Isi Ma’moor Mein Aabaad The Yunaani Bhi;
Isi Dunya Mein Yahoodi Bhi The Nasrani Bhi.

Par Tere Naam Pe Talwaar Uthaii Kiss Ne?
Baat Jo Bigri Huwi Thi, Wo Banaii Kiss Ne?

Saljuqs too were living here and the Turanas also;
The Chinese in China and in Iran the Sasanas also.
The Greeks were also living in the same habitation;
In the same world, so were the Jews and the Christians also.

But who were the one who raised the sword in Your name?
Who reclaimed the despoiled world in Your name?

The Hameen Ek Tere Ma’ar Ke Aaraoon Mein;
Khushkiyon Mein Kabhi Ladte, Kabhi Daryaaon Mein.
Di Azaanein Kabhi Europe Ke Kaleesawon Mein;
Kabhi Africa Ke Tapte Huwe Sehrawon Mein.

Shaan Aankhon Mein Na Jajti Thi Jahaandaaron Ki;
Kalma Padhte The Hum Chaaun Mein Talwaaron Ki.

We alone were the marshals of Your troops!
We were fighting at times on dry lands and at times in the rivers/oceans.
Some times we were calling adhans in the Europe’s  cathedrals;
And  sometimes in the scorching African deserts

We never cared for the  grandeur of monarchs…
We recited the Kalimah even under the shade of swords