No pleasure has my heart in Bahram's rule,
Distracted is my household with his quarrels.
No concern has now the Khatak tribe for honour,
Their actions are all those as of the blind.
Like flies are the Pathans, they crawl around
The dish of sweets placed before them by the Moguls.
All I trusted on are scattered far from me,
There remains me but the mercy of my God.
Gone are Acmal Khan and Darya, who had good judgment;
Now Khush-hal alone stands in the Mogul's way.