Kutte

ye galiyon ke aawara be-kar kutte
ki baKHsha gaya jin ko zauq-e-gadai

zamane ki phaTkar sarmaya in ka
jahan bhar ki dhutkar in ki kamai

Dogs
Tramping about the streets aimlessly, these pariah dogs,

born to the prerogative of beggary—
their only treasure is the world’s scorn

their only wages, the world’s reproof
na aaram shab ko na rahat sawere

ghalazat mein ghar naliyon mein basere
jo bigDen to ek dusre ko laDa do

zara ek roTi ka TukDa dikha do
ye har ek ki Thokaren khane wale

ye faqon se ukta ke mar jaane wale
ye mazlum maKHluq gar sar uThae

to insan sab sar-kashi bhul jae
ye chahen to duniya ko apna bana len

ye aaqaon ki haDDiyan tak chaba len
koi in ko ehsas-e-zillat dila de

koi in ki soi hui dum hila de
Not a moment's respite, day or night—

dirt their abode, drains their rest-houses.