ek anjaan dard ka lamha
raaz karta hai munkashif kaise

yunhi pahron guzar dete hain
sochte hain ki aaj kar len shumar

dard apna ziyaada hai ki khushi
waqt aage hi badhta jata hai

aur kuchh hath bhi nahin aata
aisa lagta hai raegan hai sab

fath ki sarkhushi shikast ka gham
yunhi hasti ka ye ziyan hai sab