Sattar saal ke’ iss daur mein

On the solemn occasion of our forthcoming seventieth Independence Day, here's dedicating this composition of mine to our Nation:

Sattar saal ke’ iss daur mein,
Hamara mulk Hindustan saare’ jahaan mein,
Ek ajooba ban kar reh gaya.

Sochte’ the’ tab kuch log,
“Kya hoga iss mulk ka?
Jashn –e-azadi toh ab manaa lo,
Aage’ kya jashn manaoge’?”

Ghulami ke’ uss daur ne’,
Hamare’ mulk ko barbaad kar diya.
Jo kabhi khara sona hua karta tha,
Woh sirf ek loha ban kar reh gaya tha.

Sattar saal pehle’ mushkilein tamaan thi,
Waqt bhi tab kuch aisa hi tha,
Magar hamare’ armaan bahut khoob the’,
Aur hausle’ bhi bahut buland the’.

Apni mushakkatein, qurbanian, aur buland hauslon se’,
Humne’ apne’ mulk ko badal hi daala.

Taj Mahal ki khubsoorti ki tarah,
Qutab Minar ke' shaan ki tarah,
Ajanta ke' lajawab ki tarah,
Humne’ apne’ Hindustan ki shasksiyat ko bana hi daala.

Himalaya se’ lekar Hind mahasagar tak,
Hamari taaqat pahuncha rahi hai,
Hamare’ dushmanon ko unke’ sahi thikanon tak.

Doosri taraf hamari bemisaal mehmaan nawazi,
Bemisaal zinda dili ,
Aur raat din ek karke’ kuch haasil karne’ ke’ uss junoon ne’,
Iss jahaan ko yakeen dila hi dala ke’:

“Saare’ jaahan se’ achcha yeh Hindustan hamara”.