mere des ki un zaminon ke bete jahan sirf be-barg patthar hain sadiyon se tanha
jahan sirf be-mehr mausam hain aur ek dardon ka sailab hai umr-paima

pahadon ke bete
chameli ki nikhri hui pankhudiyan sang-e-khara ke reze

sajal dudhiya narm jism aur kade khurdure sanwle dil
shuaon hawaon ke zakhmi

chatanon se gir kar khud apne hi qadmon ki mitti mein apna watan dhundte hain
watan dher ek an-manjhe bartanon ka

jise zindagi ke pasinon mein dubi hui mehnaten dar-ba-dar dhundhti hain
watan wo musafir andhera

jo unche pahadon se girti hui naddiyon ke kinaron pe shadab shahron mein ruk kar
kisi aahani chhat se uthta dhuan ban gaya hai

nadi bhi zar-afshan dhuan bhi zar-afshan
magar paniyon aur pasinon ke anmol dhaare mein jis dard ki mauj hai umr-paima

zamiron ke qatil agar us ko parkhen
to sinon mein kali chatanen pighal jaen!