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Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai


Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai



Aye watan, Karta nahin kyun doosraa kuch baat-cheet

Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai

Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar

Ab teri himmat ka charcha gair ki mehfil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman

Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai

Kheench kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed

Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar

Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar

Khoon se khelenge holi agar vatan muskhil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se

Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se

Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan

Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale hain ye qadam

Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar'

Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai

Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab

Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj

Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai



Wo jism bhi kya jism hai jismein na ho khoon-e-junoon

Toofaanon se kya lade jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai



Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai


- By Bismil Azimabadi (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarfaroshi_ki_Tamanna)

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