- Ghazal: Wo bhi sarahne lage arbab-e-fan ke baad
Once the masters had praised, they too were not hostile,
My poetry won respect, when I became an exile.
I searched far beyond the heedless moon’s boundary,
The heart found no solace, without your company.
In proclaiming the truth hangs the fears of the gallows,
But the question is, after that what follows?
Seal your lips and see, you will regret the act,
If a lull is enforced, the storm will attack.
In the shadows of exile, we think of the motherland’s sun,
Until I was abroad the homeland remained unsung.
There are no limits to a man’s endless wants,
Beyond two yards of shroud, two yards of land too he demands.