Mawt apni, na amal apna, na jina
Kho gaya shorish-e-geti men qarina apna
Nakhuda dur, hawa tez, qarin kam-e-nihang
Waqt hain, phenk de, laihron men safina apna
Arsa-e-daihr ke hangame tah-e-khwab sahi
Garm rakh, atish-e-paikar se, sina apna
Saqiya! ranj na kar, jag uthegi mehfil
Aur kuchh der utha rakhte hain pina apna
Besh qismat hain ye ghamha-e-muhabbat, mat bhul,
Zulmat-e-yas ko mat sawnp khazina apna
Az Naqsh-e-Faryadi, 1941
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
(Neither our life, nor our acts, nor death is ours
Lost in the rumour of the world is that control of ours.
Far is the pilot, strong the wind, the whirlpool’s mouth so near
It’s time we threw amidst the waves this boat of ours.
Part of a dream are, no doubt, the happenings of this world,
The heat of a battle will keep warm this heart of ours.
Grieve not Saqi, this company will come awake some day.
Let us postpone a little while this carouse of ours.
These pains of love are priceless gems, let us not forget.
In dark despair we’ll not inter this treasure of ours.)