(Written in Europe)
Na Chhoote Mujh Se London Mein Bhi Adab-E-Sehar Khaizi
At London, winter wind, like sword, was biting though,
My wont to rise at early morn I didn’t forego.
Kahin Sub Ko Preshan Kar Gyi Meri Kam Amaizi
At times my heated talk to gathering pleasure lent;
My holding ’loof at times perplexed them all, I trow.
Tareeq-E-Kohkan Mein Bhi Wohi Heelay Hain Parvaizi
No hope for change is there, if workers rule the land,
For those who hew the rocks, like Parvez tricks do know.
Juda Ho Deen Siasat Se To Reh Jati Hai Changaizi
Statecraft divorced from Faith to reign of terror leads,
Though it be a monarch’s rule or Commoners’ Show.
Wohi Ibrat, Wohi Azmat, Wohi Shaan-E-Dil-Awaizi
The streets of Rome remind of Delhi’s glorious past,
The lesson same and charm are writ upon its brow.