Wirsa

main bahut KHush hun ki is darja mili daulat-e-gham
itni daulat ki gini jae na rakkhi jae

aur phir kis ko KHabar us ki magar mere siwa
us ka malik bhi nahin koi magar mere siwa

aur daulat bhi ye aisi ki kahin besh-baha
ek ek moti ka hai rang alag shan juda

kyun na ho kitne hi salon ki kamai hai ye
sirf meri nahin pushton ki kamai hai ye

chhoDi ajdad ne aulad ki bari aai
aur aulad bhi aulad ko deti aai

kuchh kami aai na us mein kisi mausam kisi sal
be-hisab ho ke ye baDhti rahi baDhti hi rahi

main bahut KHush hun ki is darja mili daulat-e-gham
mere ajdad mein bhi mujh sa na tha koi amir

meri daulat ke muqabil hain wo sab log faqir
main bahut KHush hun ki is darja mili daulat-e-gham

bhulta hi nahin main apni amiri ka ghurur
mere ajdad amir aur main amir ibne-amir

rashk se hae magar is pe mara jata hun
ki na baDh jae kahin rutba-e-aulad-e-amir

rashk aata hai bahut un pe nasibe darad