(Bal-e-Jibril-037) Zamistani Hawa Mein Garcha Thi Shamsheer Ki Taizi

(Yourap Mein Likhe Gye)
(Written in Europe)

Zmastani Hawa Mein Garcha Thi Shamsheer Ki Taizi
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 Sarmaya’ay Mehfil Thi Meri Garam Guftari
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.

Zamam-E-Kaar Agar Mazdoor Ke Hathon Mein Ho Phir Kya!
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.

Jalal-E-Padshahi Ho K Jamhoori Tamasha Ho
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.

Sawad-E-Ruma-Tul-Kubra Mein Dilli Yaad Ati Hai
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.