Tumhari her taklif ki Mai dwa hu
Jab Dil Mai Raj ho to Mai dost hu
Jab Prem ki chahe ho to Mai premika hu
Jab tum udas ho to Mai tumhari muskuraht hu ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.