[!~*AdOrAbLe*~!]

Kyun ankh main behte huwe ashkoon ki lari hai,
chup rah mere ham watan Qayamat ki ghari hai,

Hota hai kuch guman sa Maidan-e-Hashar ka,
Har aik musalman ko apni hi pari hai,

Mit jaye mera Dais (Khudanakhasta) yeh halaat bana kar,
Atraaf ki har qaum tamashe pe khari hai,

Phir surkh surkh hai mere daryaoon ka pani,
Lagta hai kahein khoon ki barsaat pari hai,

In zalmoon ko jar se mita de Ay mere RAB,
Sab hath uthao ke DUAOOn ki ghari hai,