Ye Khakbaz Hain, Rakhte Hain Khak Se Pewand
On political leaders what hopes can we fix?
They are wedded to dust, in the dust play their tricks,
Jahan Mein Hai Sift-e-Ankuboot Un Ki Kumand
Their gaze always fastened on maggots and flies,
A web like the spider’s their ladder to rise.
Takhiyyul-e-Malkooti-o-Jazba Haye Buland
That caravan’s happy whose chief is endowed
With thoughts light as angels’, and temper as proud.