Koi apna nahi Kufe mein Muslim ke dularon ka,

Paraya desh hai ye, dard ke maare kahaan jaayein.

Andhera hai nigahon mein, nazar aata nahi raasta,

Paraya desh hai ye, dard ke maare kahaan jaayein.

Musafir hain ye, kamsin hain, abhi nadaan hain dono,

Zara bhi shehar se waaqif nahi, anjaan hain dono,

Koi aakar Madine ka inhe raasta dikha deta.

Giraftaar-e-bala Kufe mein Haider ke nawase hain,

Na jaane kab se bhookhe hain, na jaane kab se pyaase hain,

Qayamat hai, saron se uth chuka hai baap ka saaya.

Judai baap ki dono ko har lamha rulaati hai,

Tadapte hain bahut, baba ki har dam yaad aati hai,

Kaleje par rawa rehta hai har dam dard ka aara.

Watan jaane ka raasta dhoondte hain raat bhar dono,

Kya karte hain chupkar jhaadiyon mein din basar dono,

Kya karti hai inki maut, inka har ghadi peecha.

Safar pe baap ke hamraah jab ye ghar se aaye the,

Badi ulfat se madar ne naye kapde pehnaaye the,

Nahi pardes mein koi ab inka poochne wala.

Saron par khaak hai, kapde hain maile, baal bikhre hain,

Ajab aalam hai dono ka, gale mil-mil ke rote hain,

Kabhi kehte hain ae amma, kabhi kehte hain ae baba.

Abhi bhi aas hai dil mein ke baba jald aayenge,

Wo apne saath apne laadlon ko leke jaayenge,

Inhe ye bhi nahi maloom inki lut gayi duniya.

Qayamat ho gayi us dam, zameeno aasman roye,

Hua ek hashr barpa, fazl sab peero jawaan roye,

Likha waiz ne jab ye dard mein dooba hua noha.