kaandhe se kamli ho ya shaal gujar jati hai
duniya me amiro ki bahar gujar jati hai

hanste huye gujrenge umar ya karo kal
hum garibo ki bahar gujar jati hai

From the shoulder, a shawl, a blanket may slip,
As the world of the wealthy, in splendor, does trip.

Whether laughter or sorrow, the days we embrace,
For the poor, fleeting beauty leaves not a trace.