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In taza khudaon mein bada sabsay watan hai, Jo pairahan iska hai, voh mazhab ka kafan hai, Of all the new false gods, the biggest is the motherland (watan), The garment of this idea is actually the death-shroud of religion,

Ragon mein daudte phirne ke hum nahi qaael, Jab aankh hi se na tapka to phir lahoo kya hai. We are not convinced by running in the veins, Unless it flows from the eyes, it is not blood !

Humko maaloom hai jannat ki haqeeqat lekin, Dil ke khush rakhne ko, 'Ghalib' ye khayaal achcha hai, Know we the reality of paradise but, For the hearts happiness, Ghalib this thought is good,

Ye wafa ka silaa hai to koi baat nahi, Ye dard apno ne diya hai to koi baat nahi, Yehi bahut hai ki vo dekh rahe hai kinare se, Hum dub rahe hai to koi baat nahi, If this is the reward for loyalty than the matter is nothing, If this pain is given by our own than the matter is nothing, It is sufficient for us that they are looking from the shore, Even if we are drowning in pain than the matter is nothing,