badan churaate hue ruh mein samaya kar

wo log jo zinda hain wo mar jaenge ek din

mujhko meri shikast ki dohri saza mili

main tere zulm dikhata hun apna matam karne ke liye

panw mara tha pahaDon pe to pani nikla

muhasara

sher-imdad-ali ka meDak

ham-zad

ek suar se

sadma

ajab ki sabr ki miad baDhti jati hai

meri ayyar nigahon se wafa mangta hai

dil hi ayyar hai be-wajh dhaDak uThta hai

tum aur kisi ke ho to hum aur kisi ke

mujhko meri shikast ki dohri saza mili