Bechara Kisi Taaj Ka Tabinda Nageen Hai
What is poor India’s fate ‐who knows? ‐ for up till now
It has been a glittering jewel in some crown!
Bosida Kafan Jis Ka Abhi Zair-e-Zameen Hai
Its peasant is a corpse that some grave has disgorged –
The corpse’s tattered shroud is still inside the ground;
Afsos Ke Baqi Na Makan Hai Na Makeen Hai
His soul and his body are in pawn:
Alas, neither the residence nor the resident survives!
Mujh Ko To Gila Tujh Se Hai, Yourap Se Nahin Hai!
It is you who became the willing slave of Europe:
My complaint is against you, it is not against Europe!