Aag Takbeer Ki, Seenon Mein Dabi Rakhte Hain

Butgari Pesha Kiya, But Shikani Ko Choda?

Ishq Ko, Ishq Ki Ashuftah-Sari Ko Choda?

Rasm-e-Salman (R.A.)-o-Owais-e-Qarani (R.A.) Ko Choda?

Aag Takbeer Ki Seenon Mein Dabi Rakhte Hain

Zindagi Misl-e-Bilal-e-Habshi (R.A.) Rakhte Hain

Ishq Ki Khair, Ho Pehli Si Ada Bhi Na Sahi,

Jaada Paimaai Taslim-o-Raza Bhi Na Sahi,

Muztarib Dil Sifat-e-Qibla Nama Bhi Na Sahi

Aur Pabandi-e-Aaeen-e-Wafa Bhi Na Sahi

Of idol‐breaking did we tire? or take to idol‐worshipping?

Or did we weary of Your Love, or Your Love’s rapture ever shun?

Or turned we from the path which trod Qaran’s Owais and Salman?

Your Takbeer’s unextinguished flame within our hearts we cherish yet:

Aethiop Belal’s life, the star by which our own lives’ course we set!

But even if a change has been, and we in Love are less adept,

Or out of resignation’s path our erring wayward feet have stept;

If, unlike trusted compasses, our souls respond not now to you,

And if to laws of faithfulness our roving hearts are now less true ;