Qadar Na Pehchani Na Apne Gohar-e-Yak Dana Ki
The nation could not care less about Gautama’s message—
It did not know the price of its unique pearl!
Ghafil Apne Phal Ki Sheerini Se Hota Hai Shajar
Poor wretches! They never heard the voice of truth:
A tree does not know how sweet its fruit is.
Hind Ko Lekin Khayali Falsafe Par Naaz Tha
What he revealed was the secret of existence,
But India was proud of its fancies;
Barish-e-Rehmat Huwi Lekin Zameen Qabil Na Thi
It was not an assembly‐hall to be lit up by the lamp of truth;
The rain of mercy fell, but the land was barren.
Dard-e-Insani Se Iss Basti Dil Begana Gai
Alas, for the shudra India is a house of sorrow,
This land is blind to the sufferings of man.
Shama-e-Gautam Jal Rahi Hai Mehfil-e-Aghyar Mein
The Brahmin is still drunk with the wine of pride,
In the assembly‐halls of foreigners burns Gautama’s lamp.
Noor-e-Ibraheem Se Azar Ka Ghar Roshan Huwa
But, ages later, the house of idols was lit up again–
Azar’s house was lit up by Abraham!
Hind Ko Ek Mard-e-Kamil Ne Jagaya Khawab Se
Again from the Punjab the call of monotheism arose:
A perfect man roused India from slumber.