گریبان چاک و بے فکر رفو زیست

گریبان چاک و بے فکر رفو زیستنمی دانم چسان بے آرزو زیستنصیب اوست مرگ ناتمامیمسلمانی کہ بے اللہ ہو زیست

His collar is torn, he cares no darn, I know not a life, so bore, forlorn.
To him is destined, a death so dry, fie a Muslim’s life, sans ‘Allah Hoo’ cry.

حق آن دہ کہ مسکین و اسیر استفقیر و غیرت او دیر میر استبروی او در میخانہ بستنددر این کشور مسلمان تشنہ میر است

Give him his dues, of a captive and meek, a beggar whose honour is since long dead.
The doors of a tavern are closed on weak, the Muslims are dying from thirst on bed.

دگر پاکیزہ کن آب و گل اوجہانی آفرین اندر دل اوہوا تیز و بدامانش دو صد چاکبیندیش از چراغ بسمل او

Refine his morals and life once more, infuse a world new in his heart’s core.
From violent storms, his clothes are torn, fear from his lamp, though wavers and worn.

عروس زندگی در خلوتش غیرکہ دارد در مقام نیستی سیرگنہکاریست پیش از مرگ در قبرنکیرش از کلیسا، منکر از دیر

The bride of life, in him is not his own, she comes out then from limbe’s lover line.
Entombed before death like sinner in chain, torn among the angels of church and fane.

بہ چشم او نہ نور و نے سرور استنہ دل در سینۂ او ناصبور استخدا آن امتے را یار باداکہ مرگ او ز جان بے حضور است

His eyes are void of a glamour and glee, no restive heart in his bosom I see.
God be a friend of the unlucky race, who vanished from scene being out of His grace.

مسلمان زادہ و نامحرم مرگز بیم مرگ لرزان تا دم مرگدلی در سینہ چاکش ندیدمدم بگسستہ ئی بود و غم مرگ

Though born as Muslim yet knows not the death, from fear of death shivers to his last breath;
I didn’t peep though through his bosom’s slit; the fear of death has weaken’d his grit.