Har Shay Musafir Har Cheez Raahi

Har Shay Musafir, Har Cheez Raahi
Kya Chand Tare, Kya Murg-o-Maahi

Every unit is Voyaging, every thing is in motion
Not only the moon and stars, even the animals and fishes.

Tu Mard-e-Maidan, Tu Mir-e-Lashkar
Noori Huzoori Tere Sipaahi
 
You the champion of the battlefield, you the head of the army
Even the bright angels become your soldiers.

Kuch Qadar Apni Tu Ne Na Jani
Ye Besawadi, Ye Kam Nigaahi!

Of your own greatness you have no notion.
This tastelessness, this less sightedness.

Dunya-e-Doon Ki Kab Tak Ghulami
Ya Raahbi Kar Ya Padshaahi

How long will you be the slave of this dark world?
Either do leadership or do Kingship.

Peer-e-Haram Ko Dekha Hai Mein Ne
Kirdar Be-Souz, Guftar Waahi

I have seen the leader of our mosque
Tuneless character. unrealistic speech.

Ghazal: Chamak Teri Ayaan Bijli Mein

Chamak Teri Ayaan Bijli Mein Aatish Mein Sharaare Mein;

Jhalak Teri Haweeda Chaand Mein Suraj Mein Taare Mein

Your Sparkle can be seen in thunder, in fire, in spark
Your Existance is evident in moon, in sun , in stars

Bulandi Aasmanon Mein, Zameeon Mein Teri Pasti

Rawani Behr Mein, Uftadgi Teri Kinare Mein

Your Greatness in the skies and the Depthness in the lands
Your Flow in the oceans and the stillness in the shores

Shariat Kyun Gireban-Geer Ho Zauq-e-Takallam Ki

Chupa Jata Hun Apne Dil Ka Matlab Istaare Mein

Why should Shari'ah be accused of the taste of the eloquance?
I only conceal the meaning of my heart in metaphors

Jo Hai Baidar Insan Mein Woh Gehri Neend Sota Hai

Shajar Mein, Phool Mein, Haiwan Mein, Pathar Mein, Sitare Mein

The one who is awake among the mankind gord into deep sleep
In trees, in flowers, in animals, in stones, in stars

Mujhe Phoonka Hai Souz-e-Qatra-e-Ashk-e-Mohabbat Ne

Ghazab Ki Aag Thi Pani Ke Chote Se Sharare Mein

I have been blown by the droplet of the burning tear of love
Wrtah of fire was present in that small droplet of water

Nahin Jinse Sawab-e-Akhirat Ki Aarzoo Mujh Ko

Woh Soudagar Hun, Main Ne Naf'a Dekha Hai Khasare Mein

In which I expect no reward for me on the Judgement day
That merchant I am who sees profit in the loss

Sukoon Na-Ashna Rehna Isse Saman-e-Hasti Hai

Tadap Kis Dil Ki Ya Rab Chup Ke Aa Baithi Hai Paare Mein

Being unaware of tranquility is existence for it
O God! Restlessness of which heart is residing in mercury

Sada-e-Lantarani Sun Ke Aey Iqbal Mein Chup Hun

Taqazon Ki Kahan Taqat Hai Mujh Furqat Ke Mare Mein

O Iqbal I am silent after hearing the call of "LanTarani" 
Being afflicted with separation I have no strength for importunity

Ghazal: Qataa - A Piece

Andaz-e-Byan Gharche Bohat Shaukh Nahin Hai
Shayad Ke Utar Jaye Tere Dil Mein Meri Baat


Though my art of speech isn't so witty
Maybe my words will sink into your heart


Ya Wusaat-e-Aflak Mein Takbeer-e-Musalsal
Ya Khak Ke Aghosh Mein Tasbeeh-o-Munajat

Or continuous crying on God's greatness through the boundless sky
Or chanting Your name, embraced by the soil

Woh Mazhab-e-Mardan-e-Khud Agah-o-Khuda Mast
Ye Mazhab-e-Mullah-o-Jamadat-o-Nabataat

That is the religion of man who is of self-conscious and intoxicated with God.
This is the religion of mullas and the non living and the (plants) living.

Shikwa - The Complaint (1911)

Kyun Ziyaankar Banu, Sood Faramosh Rahoon?
Fikr-e-Farda Na Karoon, Mehw-e-Gham-e-Dosh Rahoon?
Naal-e-Bulbul Ke Sunoon Aur Hamatan Gosh Rahoon?
Hamnawa Main Bhi Koi Gul Hoon Ke Khamosh Rahoon?

Jurr'at Aamoz Meri Taab-e-Sukhan Hai Mujhko!
Shikwa Allah Se Khakam Badhan Hai Mujhko!

Why should I be destructive and remain reckless of betterment?
Think not of the future, remain occupied in today's problems?
Should I hear nightingale's wails and remain completely mute?
O companion! Am I some flower so that I may remain silent?

The strength of my poetry is encouraging to me..
My complaint is against God! With Dust in my mouth (Woe be to me)!

Hai Baja Shewa-e-Tasleem Mein Mash'hoor Hain Hum;
Qissa-e-Dard Sunaate Hain Ke Majboor Hain Hum.
Saaz Khaamosh Hain, Fariyaad Se Maamoor Hain Hum;
Nala Aata Hai Agar Lab Pe Tho Ma'zoor Hain Hum.

Aye Khuda Shikwa-e-Arbaab-e-Wafa Bhi Sunle;
Khugar-e-Hamd Se Thoda Sa Gila Bhi Sunle.

It is true that we are famous in the methods of obedience;
But we are relating our story of pain out of compulsion.
Though a silent orchestra, we are full of complaint!
If the wailing comes to the lips we are excusable O God!

Listen to the remonstrance also from the faithful
Listen to some complaint also from the one accustomed to praise You

Thi Tho Maujood Azal Se Hi Teri Zaat-e-Qadeem;
Phool Tha Zaib-e-Chaman, Par Na Pareshaan Thi Shameem.
Shart Insaaf Hai Aye Saahib-e-Althaaf-e-Ameen;
Boo-e-Gul Phailti Kis Tarha Jo Hoti Na Naseem?

Hamko Jamee'at-e-Khatir Ye Pareshaani Thi
Warna Ummat Tere Mehboob (saw) Ki, Diwaani Thi?

Though Your Existence had existed since eternity;
The flower existed in the garden but fragrance had not dispersed
Justice is a condition, O Lord of Universal Benevolence!
How could flower's fragrance spread if breeze did not exist?

This problem's solution was the source of satisfaction to us;
Otherwise was the Holy Prophet's Ummah insane?

Hum Se Pehlay Tha Ajab Tere Jahan Ka Manzar;
Kaheen Masjood The Patthar Kaheen Ma'bood Shajar!
Khogar-e-Paikar-e-Mehsoos Thi Insaan Ki Nazar;
Maanta Phir Koi Un-Dekhe Khuda Ko Kyun Kar??

Tujh Ko Maloom Hai Leta Tha Koi Naam Tera?
Quwwat-e-Baazo-e-Muslim Nai Kiya Kaam Tera!

The scene of Your world was strange before us;
Stones were adored somewhere, trees were worshipped somewhere.
The eyes of Man are accustomed to tangible forms;
How could they be amenable to accept the Unseen God?

Do You know anyone who ever took Your name?
The strength of Muslims accomplished Your task of it!

Bas Rahe The Yaheen Saljooq Bhi, Toorani Bhi;
Ahl-e-Cheen, Cheen Mein, Iran Mein Sasani Bhi.
Isi Ma'moor Mein Aabaad The Yunaani Bhi;
Isi Dunya Mein Yahoodi Bhi The Nasrani Bhi.

Par Tere Naam Pe Talwaar Uthaii Kiss Ne?
Baat Jo Bigdi Huwi Thi, Wo Banaii Kiss Ne?

Saljuqs too were living here and the Turanas also;
The Chinese in China and in Iran the Sasanas also.
The Greeks were also living in the same habitation;
In the same world, so were the Jews and the Christians also.

But who were the one who raised the sword in Your name?
Who reclaimed the despoiled world in Your name?

The Hameen Ek Tere Ma'ar Ke Aaraoon Mein;
Khushkiyon Mein Kabhi Ladte, Kabhi Daryaaon Mein.
Di Azaanein Kabhi Europe Ke Kaleesawon Mein;
Kabhi Africa Ke Tapte Huwe Sehrawon Mein.

Shaan Aankhon Mein Na Jajti Thi Jahaandaaron Ki;
Kalma Padhte The Hum Chaaun Mein Talwaaron Ki.

We alone were the marshals of Your troops!
We were fighting at times on dry lands and at times in the rivers/oceans.
Some times we were calling adhans in the Europe's cathedrals;
And sometimes in the scorching African deserts

We never cared for the grandeur of monarchs...
We recited the Kalimah even under the shade of swords 



Ham Jo Jeete The Tho Jangon Ki Museebat Ke Liye
Aur Marte The Tere Naam Ki Azmath Ke Liye
Thi Na Kuch Taigh Zani Apni Hukoomat Ke Liye
Sarbakaf Phirte The KyaDeher Mein Daulat Ke Liye?

Qaum Apni Jo Zar-o-Maal-e-Jahaan Par Marti
Buth Faroshi Ke Iwaz Buth Shikani Kyun Karti?


If we lived we lived for the calamities of wars

If we  died we died for the grandeur of  Your name

We did not wield the sword for our kingdoms

Did we roam about the world fearlessly for wealth?

If our nation had been greedy of gold and worldly  wealth

Why would we have been idol breakers  instead of idol sellers?

Tal Na Sakte The Agar Jung Mein Ad Jaate The
Paaun Sheron Ke bhi Maindaan Se Ukhad Jaate The
Tujh Se Sarkash Huwa Koi Tho Bigad Jaate The
Taigh Kya Cheez Hai Hum Toup Se Ladh Jaate The


Naqsh Tauheed Ka Har Dil Pe Bithaaya Hum Ne
Zer-e-Khanjar Bhi Ye Paighaam Sunaaya Hum Ne


Once firmly stood in the battle we were immovable
Even lions in the battle against us would be in flight
We  were enraged if some one rebelled against You
What to talk about sword we fought even against canons


We imprinted the picture of Oneness on every heart
We conveyed this message even under the dagger


Tuhi Kehde Ke Ukhaada Dar-e-Khaibar Kisne?
Sheher Qaisar Ka Jo Tha Usko Kiya Sar Kisne?
Todey Makhlooq-e-Khudawand Ke Paikar Kisne?
Kaat Kar Rakh Diye Kuffaar Ke LAshkar Kisne?


Kisne Thanda Kiya Aatishkada-e-Iraan Ko?
Kisne Phir Zinda Kiya Tazkira-e-Yazdaan Ko?


You yourself say, who uprooted the gate of Khaibar?

Who conquered the city which was Qaisar’s?

By whom were the images of created gods destroyed?

By whom were the armies of infidels slaughtered?

Who cooled down the fire temple of Iran?

Who made the memory of God then become alive?

Kaunsi Qaum Faqat Teri Talabgaar Huwi?
Aur Tere Liye Zehmatkash-e-Paikaar Huwi?
Kiski Shamsheer Jahangeer-e-Jahandaar Huwi?
Kiski Takbeer Se Duniya Teri Bedaar Huwi?


Kiski Haibat Se Sanam Sehme Huwe Rehte The?
Muh Ke Bal Girke "Huwallahu Ahad" Kehte The?


Which nation become Your seeker exclusively?
And for You, undertook wars’ calamities?
Whose sword became world-seizing, world-holding?
By whose "Takbeer" did Your world become enlightened?


Through whose fear did the idols remain trembling?
Having fallen on their faces, they used to say "Allah is One."


Agaya 'Ain Ladaai Mein Agar Waqt-e-Namaz
Qibla Roo Hoke Zameen Bose Huwi Qaum-e-Hijaaz
Ek Hi Saff Mein Khade Hogaya Mehmood-o-Ayaaz
Na Koi Banda Raha Aur Na Koi Banda Nawaaz


Banda-o-Sahab-o-Mohtaaj-o-Ghani Ek Huwe
Tere Sarkaar Mein Pahunche Tho Sabhi Ek Huwe


If the time of prayer came right in the midst of battle
Hijaz’ nation fell in prostration facing the Ka’abah
Both Mahmud and Ayaz in the same row stood
None as the slave and none as the master stood


Slave and master, poor and rich became one!
On arrival in Your Place all became one!


Mehfil-e-Kaun-o-Makaan Mein Sahar-o-Shaam Phire
Mai Tauheed Ko Lekar Sifat-e-Jaam Phire
Koh Mein Dasht Mein Lekar Tera Paighaam Phire
Aur Maloom Hai Tujhko Kabhi Na-Kaam Phire?


Dasht Tho Dasht Hain Darya Bhi Na Chode Hamne
Bahr-e-Zulmaat Mein Dauda Diye Ghode Hamne



We wandered in the gathering of all creation, in the dawn and dusk
Having taken the wine of Tauheed, we wandered intoxicated with it
We wandered with Your Message in the mountains, in the deserts
And You even know whether we ever returned unsuccessful?


Deserts are merely deserts, we did not spare even the seas
We galloped our horses in the oceans of darkness!

Safha-e-Deher Se Baatil Ko Mitaya Humne
Nooye Insaan Ko Gulaami Se Chudaaya Humne
Tere Kaabe Ko Jabeenon Se Basaaya Humne
Tere Qur'an Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Humne

Phirbhi Humse Ye Gila Hai Ke Wafadaar Nahi
Hum Wafadaar Nahi Tubhi Tho Dildaar Nahi

We erased falsehood from the face of the earth

We freed the human race from bonds of slavery

We established Your Ka'bah  with our foreheads

We put Your Qur’an into our hearts

Nevertheless, there is this complaint to us, that we are not faithful

If we are not faithful, then You too are not generous

Ummatein Aur Bhi Hain Unmein Gunehgaar Bhi Hain

Ijz-waale Bhi Hain, Mast Mai Pindaar Bhi Hain

Unmein Kaahil Bhi Hain Ghaafil Bhi Hain Hoshyaar Bhi Hain

Sainkdon Hain Ke Tere Naam Se Bezaar Bhi Hain

Rahmatein Hain Tere Aghyaar Ke Kaashaanon Par

Barq Girti Hai Tho Bechaare Musalmaanon Par!

There are other communities too, among them are sinners too

There are modest people and intoxicated arrogant ones too

Among them are lazy, heedless as well as clever people too

There are also hundreds who are disgusted with Your Name

Tour Mercy descends on the other people's houses

Lightning strikes only on the poor Muslims' abodes

Buth-Sanam Khaanon Mein Kehte Hain, Musalmaan Gaye

Hai Khushi Unko Ke Kaabe Ke Nigehbaan Gaye

Manzil-e-Deher Se Uonton Ke HadiKhwaan Gaye

Apne Baghlon Mein Dabaaye Huwe Quran Gaye

Khandazan Kufr Hai, Ehsaas Tujhe Hai Ki Nahi?

Apni Tauheed Ka Kuch Paas Tujhe Hai Ki Nahi?

The idols in temples say ‘The Muslims are gone’

They are glad that the Ka'bah's guardians are gone

From the world's stage, the drivers of camels have gone,

They, with the Qur’an in their arm pits, are gone

Infidelity is mocking, do You feel it or not?

Do You have any respect for Your Oneness, or not?

Ye Shikaayat Nahi Hai Unke Khazaane Ma'moor

Nahi Mehfil Mein Jinhe Baat Bhi Karne Ka Sha'oor

Qahr Tho Ye Hai Ke Kaafir Ko Mile Hoor-o-Qasoor

Aur Bechaare Musalmaan Ko Faqat Waada-e-Hoor

Ab Wo Altaaf Nahi Hampar Inaayat Nahi

Baat Yeh Kya Hai Ke Pahli Si Madarat Nahi?

This is not a complain that their treasures are full

Who don't even have the intelligence to speak [properly] in a gathering

The Outrage is that infidels are rewarded with Houris and palaces

And the poor Muslims consoled with only promise of Houris

We have been deprived of the former graces and favors

What is the matter, we are deprived of the former courtesies?

Kyun Musalmaanon Mein Hai Daulat-e-Duniya Nayaab

Teri Qudrat Tho Hai Woh Jiski Na Hadd Hai Na Hisaab

Tu Jo Chahe Tho Uththe Seena-e-Sehra Se Habaab

Rahrawe Dasht Ho Saili Zada Mauj-e-Saraab

Ta'in-e-Aghyaar Hai, Ruswaai Hai, Nadaari Hai

Kya Tere Naam Pe Marne Ka Iwaz Khwari Hai?

Why, among Muslims, is material wealth unobtainable?

Your power is such that it has no limit nor accounting

With Your Will the desert’s bosom would produce bubbles of water

The desert's traveler can be facing flood of mirage's waves

Others' sarcasm that we are disgraced and poverty struck

Is this recompense the reward for Loving You?

Bani Aghyaar Ki Ab Chahnewaali Duniya

Rah Gayi Apne Liye Ek Khayaali Duniya

Hum Tho Ruksath Huwe, Auron Ne Sambhali Duniya

Phir Na Kehna Huwi Tauheed Se Khaali Duniya

Hum Tho Jeete Hain Ke Duniya Mein Tera Naam Rahe

Kahin Mumkin Hai Ke Saaqi Na Rahe Jaam Rahe?

The world has now become lover of the Others!

For us it is only a single imaginary world

We have departed, others have taken over the world

Do not complain now that the world has become devoid of  Tauheed!

We live so that Your name would remain in the  world

Is it possible that the wine-cup exist and the cup-bearer doesn't?

Teri Mehfil Bhi Gayi Chahnewaale Bhi Gaye

Shab Ki Aahein Bhi Gayi, Subah Ke Naale Bhi Gaye

Dil Tujhe De Bhi Gaye, Apna Sila Le Bhi Gaye

Aake Baithe Bhi Na The Aur Nikaale Bhi Gaye

Aaye 'Ishaak! Gaye Waada-e-Farda Lekar

Ab Unhein Dhoond Chiraagh Rukh Zaiba Lekar

Your assemblage is gone, and Your Lovers are also gone

The night's sighs are gone, the dawn's laments are gone

Giving You our hearts and taking our rewards we went on

Just came and sat down and were thrown out

The Lovers came but with tomorrow's promise went away

Now search them with Your beautiful face's lamp!

Dard-e-Laila Bhi Wahi, Qais Ka Pehloo Bhi Wahi

Najid Ke Dasht-o-Jabal Mein Ram-e-Aahoon Bhi Wahi

Ishq Ka Dil Bhi Wahi, Husn Ka Jadoo Bhi Wahi

Ummath-e-Ahmad-e-Mursal Bhi Wahi Tu Bhi Wahi

Phir Ye Aazardagi Ghair-e-Sabab Kya Maani?

Apne Seedaon Par Yeh Chasm-e-Ghazab Kya Maani?

Lailah's pathos is the same, the aspect of Qais too is still the same

In the Najd's desert and mountains the wildness of deer is still the same

The heart of passion is still the same, the Beauty's magic is still the same

The Ummah of the Holy Prophet is the same, You are also the same

Then this displeasure without reason, what's the meaning?

Then this displeasure for Your lovers, what's the meaning?

Tujhko Choda Ke Rasool-e-Arabi Ko Choda?

Buthgari Pesha Kiya? Buth-Shikani Ko Choda?

Ishq Ko, Ishq Ki Aashaftasari Ko Choda?

Rasm-e-Salman-o-Uwaisi Qarani Ko Choda?

Aag Takbeer Ki Seenon Mein Dabi Rakhte Hain

Zindagi Misl-e-Bilaal-e-Habashi Rakhte Hain

Did we forsake You, or did we forsake the Prophet of Arabian?

Did we make idol making our profession, or did we forsake idol breaking?

Did we forsake Love, or did we forsake the madness of Love?

Did we forsake the customs of Salman and Uwais Qarani?

We keep the Takbir's fire suppressed in our hearts!

We are living the life of Bilal the Abyssinian!

Ishq Ki Khair, Wo Pehli Si Ada Bhi Na Rahi

Jadha Paimaaee Tasleem-o-Raza Bhi Na Rahi

Muztarib Dil Sifat-e-Qabl Numa Bhi Na Rahi

Aur Pabandi Aain-e-Wafa Bhi Na Rahi

Kabhi Humse Kabhi Ghairon Se Shana-Saai Hai

Baat Kehneki Nahi Tu Bhi Tho Harjaai Hai

Granted that Love has lost its former elegance also

We may have lost treading the path of Love also

We may have lost the restless heart like the compass also

And we may have lost the observance of fidelity's rules also

You are changing friendship between us and others

It is not something fit to say but You are also unfaithful!

Sar-e-Faraan Pe Kiya Deen Ko Kaamil Tuney

Ek Ishaare Mein Hazaaron Ke Liye Dil Tuney

Aatish Andoz Kiya Ishq Ka Haasil Tuney

Phoonk Di Garmi Rukhsaar Se Mehfil Tuney

Aaj Kyun Seenein Hamare Sharar Aabaad Nahi?

Hum Wahi Sookhta Samaan Hain Tujhe Yaad Nahi?

You perfected the Deen on the peak of Faran

You a single sign You captivated the hearts of thousands

You made the fruit of Love fire-bringing.

You burned the congregation with Your face's fire

Why today our breasts not filled with sparks of Love?

We are the same burnt out (Lovers), don't You remember?

Vaadi-e-Najd Mein Wo Shor-e-Salasal Na Raha

Qais Deewana-e-Nazzaara-e-Mehmil Na Raha

Hausle Wo Na Rahe, Hum Na Rahe, Dil Na Raha

Ghar Ye Ujda Hai Ke, Tu Ronak-e-Mehfil Na Raha

Aye Khosh Aan Roz Ke Aayee Wo Basad Naaz Aayee

Be Hijaabaana Soye Mehfil-e-Ma-Baaz Aayee

The noise of Lovers’ chains in the Najd's Valley has disappeared

Qais has no more remained longing for the litter's sight

Those enthusiasms, we, as well as the heart has disappeared,

The house is destroyed as You have not remained the glory of  gathering

Oh those happy days when You with elegance shall come back

When will You unveiled, to our congregation come back

Baada-Kash Ghair Hain, Gulshan Mein Lab Jo Baithe

Sunte Hain Jaam Bakaf Naghma Ku-Ku Baithe

Daur Hangaama Gulzaar Se Ek-Soo Baithe

Tere Deewane Bhi Hain Muntazir Hu Baithe

Apne Parwanon Ko Phir Zauq-e-Khud Afrozi De

Barq-e-Dereena Ko Farmaan-e-Jigar Sozi De

The Others drink wine, seated in the garden, at the edge of the water-channel

Listening to the cuckoo's call with wine-cup in their hand

In the garden on a side far from the riotous crowd are sitting

Your madmen are also patiently wanting for the "Hu"

Again endow Your moths a relish for self-kindling

Give to the ancient lightning a command of liver-burning.

Qaum-e-Awaara Anaan Taab Hai Phir Soo-e-Hijaaz

Le Uda Bulbul-e-BePar Ko Mazaak-e-Parwaaz

Muztarab Baagh Ke Har Ghoonche Mein Hai Boo-e-Niyaaz

Tu Zara Ched Tho De Tashna Mazaraab Hai Saaz

Naghmein Be-Taab Hain Taaron Se Nikalne Ke Liye

Toor Maztar Hai Usi Aag Mein Jalne Ke Liye

The wandering community is riding again towards the Hijaz,

The relish for flight has carried away the wingless Nightingale.

The fragrance  of humility is restless in every flower bud

Just start the music, instrument is seeking the plectrum

Melodies are restless to emerge from the strings

[Mount] Tur is restless to burn in that same fire!

Mushkilein Ummat-e-Marhoom Ki Aasaan Karde

Mor-e-Bemaya Ko Hamdosh-e-Sulaiman Karde

Jinse Nayaab-e-Muhabbat Ko Phir Arzaan Karde

Hind Ke Der-e-Nasheenon Ko Musalmaan Karde

Juye Khoo-mi Chakad Azz Hasrat Daireena Ma

Mee Tapad Naala Be-Nashtar Kada Seena Ma

Make the difficulties of the blessed people easy,

Make the no-account ant the equal of Solomon.

Make the invaluable produce of Love accessible again

Make the temple-sitters of India [into] Muslims.

[In Persian:] "A stream of blood drips from our ancient longing

Wailing palpitates in the wounded breast of mine!"

Bu-e-Gul Legayi Beroon-e-Chaman Raaz-e-Chaman

Kya Qayaamat Hai Ke Khud Phool Hain Gammaz-e-Chaman

Ahd-e-Gul Khatam Huwa, Toot Gaya Saaz-e-Chaman

Udgaye Daaliyon Se Zamzam-e-Parwaaz-e-Chaman

Ek Bulbul Hai Ke Hai Mehwe Tarannum Abtak

Iske Seene Mein Hai Naghmon Ka Talatun Abtak

(From this verse to the end of the poem Allama Iqbal is referring to himself and his book, Bang-e-Dara)

The fragrance of rose took garden's secret outside the garden

Outrageous that flowers themselves are informers against the garden

The spring is over, broken is the orchestra of the garden

Flown away from branches are the songsters of the garden

Only a nightingale is left which is singing still

In its breast overflows the flood of songs still

Qamariyan Shaaq-e-Sanobar Se Guraizaan Bhi Huwein

Pattiyan Phool Ki Jhad Jhad Ke Pareshaan Bhi Huwein

Wo Puraani Rawishein Baagh Ki Veeran Bhi Huwein

Daliyan Paireen-e-Barg Se Uriyaan Bhi Huwein

Qaid-e-Mausam Se Tabiat Rahi Aazaad Uski

Kaash Gulshan Mein Samajhta Koi Fariyaad Uski

The turtledoves have taken flight from the branch of the pine tree,

The petals of the flowers too have withered and become scattered.

The garden's old beautiful walk-ways are also gone

The branches too became bare without the cover of leaves

But his temperament remained free of the season's restrictions

If only somebody in the garden understand his complaint!

Lutf Marne Mein Hai Baaki, Na Maza Jeene Mein

Kuch Maza Hai Tho Yahi, Khoon-e-Jigar Peene Mein

Kitne Betaab Hain Johar Mere Aaeene Mein

Kis Qadar Jalwe Tadapte Hain Mere Seene Mein

Is Gulistaan Mein Magar Dekhne Waale Hi Nahi

Daagh Jo Seene Mein Rakhte Hon Wo Laale Hi Nahi

There is no pleasure in dying and no taste in living

If there is any pleasure it in bearing this affliction

How restless are the polish-lines in my mirror!

To what an extent glories are fluttering in my breast!

But there is none in this garden to see them

There are no poppies with Love's stain on their breasts

Chaak Is Bulbul-e-Tanha Ki Nawaas-e-Dil Houn

Jaagnewaale Isi Baang-e-Dara Se Dil Houn

Yani Phir Zinda Naye Ahd-e-Wafa Se Dil Houn

Phir Isi Baada Daireena Ke Pyase Dil Houn

Ajmi Khum Hai Tho Kya Mai Tho Hijaazi Hai Meri?

Naghma Hindi Hai Tho Kya Lai Tho Hijaazi Hai Meri?

May hearts be torn by the song of this lonely nightingale

May the sleeping hearts wake up with this very Bang-e-Dara

May the hearts come to life again with a new covenant

May the hearts be thirsty again for this same old wine

My cask may be from 'Ajam, but my wine is from Hijaz

My melody may be Indian but my tune is from Hijaz

Tarana-e-Milli

Cheen-o-Arab Hamaara, Hindusitaan Hamaaraa
Muslim Hain Ham, Watan Hai Saaraa Jahaan Hamaaraa
 
Central Asia and Arabia are ours, Hindustan is ours
Since we are Muslims, the whole world is our homeland
 
Tauheed Ki Amaanat Seenon Mein Hai Hamaare
Aasaan Naheen Mitaanaa Naam-o-Nishaan Hamaaraa
 
The trust of Oneness (Monotheism) is deep in our hearts
It is not easy to erase our identity [name and sign]
 
Duniya Ke But-kadon Mein Pehlaa Wo Ghar Khudaa Ka
Ham Uske Paasbaan Hain, Wo Paasbaan Hamaaraa
 
Among the world's worship places the first is that house of the Lord
We are its door-guards, it is our door-guard
 
Taighon Ke Saaye Mein Ham, Pal Kar Javaan Huwe Hain
Khanjar Hilaal Ka Hai Qaumi Nishaan Hamaaraa
 
We were raised, and have become youths, in the shadow of swords
The scimitar of the crescent moon is our 'group-related' sign
 
Maghrib Ki Vaadiyon Mein Goonji Azaan Hamaari
Thamtaa Nah Thaa Kisi Se Sail-e-Ravaan Hamaaraa
 
In the valleys of the west our call to prayer echoed
Our moving flood did not stop on account of anyone
 
Baa:til Se Dabne Waale Ay Aasmaan Naheen Ham
Sau Baar Kar Chukaa Hai Tu Imtihaan Hamaaraa
 
We are not, oh sky, ones to be oppressed by falsehood
A hundred times you've already tested us

Ay Gulsitaan-e-Andlus! Woh Din Hain Yaad Tujh Ko
Tha Teri Daaliyon Mein Jab Aashiyaan Hamaaraa
 
Oh garden of Andalusia! you remember those days
When our nest was in your branches
 
Ay Mauj-e-Dajlah! Tu Bhi Pahchaanti Hai Hamko
Ab Tak Hai Tera Darya Afsaanah-Khwaan Hamaaraa
 
Wh wave of the Tigris! you too recognize us
Till now your river is our story-teller
 
Ay Arz-e-Paak! Teri Harmat Pah Kat Mare Hain
Hai Khoon Tiri Ragon Mein Ab Tak Ravaan Hamaaraa
 
Oh pure land! for your sacredness we have been cut down and have died
Till now our blood moves in your veins
 
Saalaar-e-Kaaravaan Hai Miir-e-Hijaaz Apnaa
Us Naam Se Hai Baaqii Aaraam-e-Jaan Hamaaraa
 
Our leader of the caravan is the Chief of the Hijaz
Through that name the peace of our spirit lives on
 
Iqbaal Kaa Taraanah Baang-e-Daraa Hai Goyaa
Hotaa Hai Jaadah-Pemaa Phir Kaaravaan Hamaaraa
 
Iqbal's song is, {'so to speak' / 'speaking'} , the call of a bell
Again our caravan is on the road

Tarana-e-Hindi (Saare Jahaan Se Achcha)

Saare Jahaan Se Achchaa Hindusitaan Hamaaraa
Ham Bulbulein Hain Uski Wo Gulsitaan Hamaaraa
 
Better than the whole world, is our Hindustan (India)
We are its nightingales, it is our garden

Gurbat Mein Hon Agar Ham, Rehtaa Hai Dil Vatan Mein
Samjho Waheen Hamein Bhi Dil Ho Jahaan Hamaaraa
 
If we would be in 'an alien place', the heart remains in the homeland
Consider us too to be right there, where our heart would be
 
Parbat Woh Sab Se Unchaa, Hamsaayah Aasmaan Kaa
Woh Santari Hamaaraa, Woh Paasbaan Hamaaraa
 
That tallest mountain, stands as guard in the sky
That is our sentry, that is our door-guard
 
Godi Mein Khelti Hain Uski Hazaaron Nadiyaan
Gulshan Hai Jinke Dam Se Rashk-e-Janaan Hamaaraa
 
In her (India's) lap play all her thousands of rivers
Thanks to which our garden is the envy of Paradise
 
Aye Aab-Ruud-e-Gangaa! Woh Din Hain Yaad Tujhko?
Utraa Tire Kinaare Jab Kaaravaan Hamaaraa
 
Oh river [water-flowing] Ganges! do you remember those days?
When our caravan descended on your bank
 
Mazhab Nahin Sikhaataa Aapas Mein Bair Rakhnaa
Hindi Hain Ham, Watan Hai Hindusitaan Hamaaraa
 
Religion does not teach [us] to keep enmity with each other
We are Indian, our homeland is Hindustan
 
Yunaan-o-Misr-o-Rooma Sab Mit Gaye Jahaan Se
Ab Tak Magar Hai Baaqi Naam-o-Nishaan Hamaaraa
 
Greece and Egypt and Byzantium all got erased from the world
But until now our identity lives on
 
Kuchh Baat Hai Kih Hasti Mit'ti Nahin Hamaarii
Sadiyon Rahaa Hai Dushman Daur-e-Zamaan Hamaaraa
 
There's something, that our existence does not become erased
For centuries the cycle of time has remained our enemy
 
"Iqbaal" Koi Mahram Apnaa Nahin Jahaan Mein
Maluum Kyaa Kisi Ko Dard-e-nihaan Hamaaraa!

Iqbal, there is no intimate friend of ours in the world
What can anyone know of our hidden pain?

Ghazal: La Phir Ek Baar Wahi Baadah-o-Jaam Aye Saaqi

La Phir Ek Baar Wahi Baadah-o-Jaam Aye Saaqi!
Haath Aajaye Mujhe Mera Maqaam Aye Saaqi!
O Cup-bearer! Give me again that wine of 'love for You';
Let me gain the real place, my soul desires!

Teen So Saal Se Hain Hind Ke Mai-Khaane Band;
Ab Munaasib Hai Tera Faiz Ho Aam Aye Saaqi!
For Three hundred years the wine-shops of India are closed.
Now is the time Your Triumph should be made popular, O Saaqi

Mere Maina-e-Ghazal Mein Thi Zara Si Baaki;
Shaikh Kehta Hai Ke, "Hai Ye Bhi Haraam", Aye Saaqi!
My lyrical vein was all dried up, with little remains.
The Shaik decrees that, "Even this is prohibited", O Saaqi!

Sher Mardon Se Hua Baisha-e-Tehqeeq Tahi!
Reh Gaye Sufi-o-Mullah Ke Ghulam Aey Saaqi!
The whole Nation is Empty with the Lion Charactered Men
Now that we are the Slaves of the so called Sufi & Mullah,O Saaqi

Ishq Ki Taigh-e-Jigar Daar Uda Li Kisne?
ILM Kay Haath Mein Khali Hai Nayaam Aey Saaqi!
Who Snatched Away the Piercing Sword of Love (Strong Faith)?
Knowledge is Left With an Empty Sheath Alone, O Saaqi!

Seenah Roshan Ho, Tho Hai Soz-o-Sukhan Ain-e-Hayaat;
Ho Na Roshan, Tho Sukhan Marg-e-Dawaam Aey Saaqi.
With a luminous soul the power of song is life;
With a darkened soul that power is eternal death.

Tu Meri Raat Ko Mehtaab Se Meroom Na Rakh;
Tere Paimaane Mein Hai Mah-e-Tamaam Aye Saaqi.
A full moon glistens in Your brimful cup;
Deprive me not of its silver beams at night.

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Dua - A Supplication

Ya Rabb Dil-e-Muslim Ko, Wo Zinda Tamanna De;
Jo Qalb Ko Garma De, Jo Rooh Ko Tarpa De!

O Lord! Grant the Muslim's heart with that Longing;
Which may warm the heart, which may grant restlessness

Phir Wadi-e-Faaraan Ke Har Zarre Ko Chamka De
Phir Shouk-e-Tamaasha De; Phir Zoq-e-Taqaaza De

Then, shine every bit of the valley of Faaraan (a valley surrounding Mecca);
Then give the pleasure of watching the fun, give the eagerness of guidance.
(This couplet refers to the Qur'an 7:142-145.)

Mehroom-e-Tamaasha Ko, Phir Deeda-e-Beena De
Dekha Hai Jo Kuch Maine Auron Ko Bhi Dikhla De!

Give eyes of sight again, to those deprived of viewing the fun.
Show those things to others also, the things which I have seen

Bhatke Huwe Aahoo Ko, Phir Soo-e-Haram Le Chal;
Uss Shehar Ke Khoogar Ko Phir Us'at-e-Sehra De!!

Guide the strayed deer back to the Haram.
Then grant the vastness like that of desert, to the one addicted to the City(Ease).

Paida Dil-e-Viraan Mein, Phir Shorish-e-Mehshar Kar;
Iss Mehmil-e-Khaali Ko, Phir Shahid-e-Laila De!!

Create, in the empty heart, worry of the Judgement day;
Giv the witness of Laila's love, to the empty Mehmil(camel's back).

Is Daur Ki Zulmat Mein, Har Qalb-e-Parishaan Ko;
Wo Daag-e-Mohabbat De, Jo Chaand Ko Sharma De!!

In the Darkness of this era, to every worrying heart;
Grant that scar of Love, which shall make the Moon *blush*.

Raf'ath mein maqaasid ko, Hamdosh-e-Surayya Kar;
Khuddari-e-Saahil De, Aazaadi-e- Dariya De!!

In the elegance raise the dreams of us to that of the great stars.
Grant the freedom of river, & self respect of its Shore
(Surayya = seven stars that are seen together, named "Pleiades" )

Be Lous-e-Mohabbath Ho, Be Baak-e-Sadaaqat Ho;
Seenon Mein Ujaala Kar, Dil Soorat-e-Meena De!!

Let the Love for You be free of impurity, speech of truth be fearless;
Enlighten our hearts, and make it clear like Crystal.

Ehsaas Inaayat Kar, Aasar-e-Museebat Ka;
Imroz Ki Shorish Mein, Andesha-e-Farda De!!

Grant the feelings of the signs of Calamity;
In today's conflict and disorder, instill a fear of tomorrow.

Main Bulbul-e-Naalan Hoon, Ek Ujde Glistaan Ka
Taaseer Ka Saa'il Hoon, Mohtaaj Ko Daata De!!

I am the grieving bird of the ruined garden;
The beggar of acceptance; Grant the needy of his needs.
(i.e O Lord accept my supplication)

Farman-e-Khuda

Uttho Mere Duniya Ke Gareebon Ko Jaga Do!!
Kaakh-e-Umra Ke Dar-o-Deewaar Hila Do!!

Rise up and awaken the poor of My world!
Shake the doors & walls of the mansions of the great
Garmao Ghulaamon Ka Lahoo Soz-e-Yakeen Se;
Kunjishk Ke Firomaya Ko Shaheen Se Lada Do!!

Heat the blood of slaves with the burn of complete Faith.
Level the humbleness of the Sparrow with the fearless Falcon.
Sultani-e-Jamhoor Ka Aata Hai Zamaana;
Jo Naqsh-e-Kohan Tumko Nazar Aaye Mita Do!!
The reign of the Kingdom of Democracy is coming.
Remove any sign of archaism (old kind of system) you come across.

Jis Khet Se Dehkaan Ko Muyassar Nahi Rozi;
Uss Khet Ke Har Koshah-e-Gandum Ko Jala Do!!
The field which doesn't yield a livelihood to farmers;
Burn every stack of wheat from that field.

Kyun Khaaliq-o-Makhlooq Mein Haayal Rahen Parde?
Peeran-e-Kaleesa Ko Kaleesa Se Utha Do!!
Why should there be veils between the Creator & His creations?
Remove all the intermediary priests from the worship places.

Haq Ra Ba-Sajoode, Sanaman Ra Ba-Tawaafe
Behtar Hai, Charagh-e-Haram-o-Dair Bujha Do!!
For Truth you do prostration, for idols you do circumambuluation.It is better to remove light from all the holy places.

Main Na-Khush-o-Bezaar Hoon Mar Mar Ki Silon Se;
Mere Liye Mitti Ke Haram Aur Bana Do!!

I am unhappy and dissatisfied with slabs of marble;
Build another 'Haram' (Kaaba) out of 'mud' for me!

Tehzeeb-e-Navi Kaargah-e-Sheesha Garaan Hai
Aadaab-e-Junoon Shayar-e-Mashriq Ko Sikha Do!!

The contemporary culture is burdensome as a workshop of brittle glass!
Teach the poet of the East, poetry filled with passion!!

Farishton Ka Geet

Aqal hai Be-Zamaam Abhi, Ishq Hai Be-Maqaam Abhi;
Naqsh Gare Azal, Tera Naqsh Hai Natamaam Abhi

Yet Reason is without control, Yet Love is without home;
O Planner of Eternity(God), Your plan is unfinished yet.

Khalk-e-Khuda Ki Ghaat Mein, Rind-o-Faqeeh, Meer-o-Peer;
Tere Jahaan Mein Hai Wahi Gardish-e-Subaho-o-Shaam Abhi.

The miscreants, intellectuals, kings & saints, are waiting for an anguish.
Your world still is the same cycle of mornings & evenings of sins.

Tere Ameer Maal Mast; Tere Fakeer Haal Mast;
Banda Hai Kochah Gard Abhi Khwaajah Buland Baam Abhi.

The rich are drunk with wealth; The pious are drunk with health;
The homeless wander in the streets, The lords of houses are under great Mansions

Daanish-o-Deen-o-ilm-o-Fun, Bandagi-e-Hawas Tamaam;
Ishq-e-Garah Kushaye Ka, Faiz Nahi Hai Aam Abhi

Knowledge, religion, art & science, are all slaves of Lust;
Your Love, that solves all riddles, is yet to become common among all.

Jauhar-e-Zindagi Hai Ishq, Jauhar-e-Ishq Hai Khudi;
Aah Ke Hai Ye Tegh-e-Tez, Pardagi-e-Niyaam Abhi

The essence of life is love, the essence of love is Self-hood;
Alas! This keen sword is still in the cover of its sheath.

Lenin - Khuda Ke Huzoor Mein

Aye Anfus-o-Afaq Mein Paida Tere Ayaat;
Haq Ye Hai, Ke Hai Zinda-o-Painda Teri Zaat.

Signs, within the soul and within the Universe bear witness;
Truth it is indeed, that Your identity is existing and everlasting.

Main Kaise Samajhta, Ke Tu Hai Ya Ke Nahi Hai?
Hardam Mutaghayyar They Khirad Ke Nazariyyat.

How will I know whether Your existence is there or not?
The view point of Intellectuals was always fluctuating and differing.

Mehram Nahi Fitrat Ke Sarod-e-Azali Se;
Beena-e-Kawaakib Ho Ke Daana-e-Nabataat.

Man is not in tune with the Nature's Infinite Music.
Be he the great Astronomer or even he be expert in Botany.

Aaj Aankh Ne dekha, Tho Wo Aalam Huwa Saabit;
Main Jisko Samajhta Tha Kaleesa Ke Khuraafaat.

To-day when i saw, the thing became evident.
That I once thought the mummery (superstitions) of the Church.

Ham Bande Shab-o-Roz Mein Jakde Huwe Bande;
Tu Khaliq-e-Asaar-o-Nigaarind-e-Aanaat.

We are handcuffed in the chains of day and night!
You are the Creator of Essence and Beautifier of Moments (Time).

Ek Baat Agar Mujhko Ijaazat Ho Tho Poochun?
Hal Kar Na Sake Jisko Hakeemon Ke Maqaalaat.

Let me have leave to ask this question, one
Not answered by the subtleties of the schools

Jab Tak Main Jiya Khema-e-Aflaak Ke Neeche;
Kaante Ki Tarha Dil Mein Khatak'ti Rahi Ye Baat.

Until I lived under the Tent of Heavens;
These words, Like a thorn, continued to irritate in my heart.

Guftaar Ke Usloob Pe Kaabu Nahi Rehta;
Jab Rooh Ke Andar Mutalaatim Ho Khayaalaat.

I could not keep my tumbling words within bounds.
When thoughts are wavy/unsteady inside the soul.

Wo Kaunsa Aadam Hai? Ke Tu Jiska Hai Mabood?
Wo Aadam-e-Khaaki? Ke Jo Hai Zer-e-Samawaat?

Which is that mortal being of which You are the Lord?
Those beings formed of dust beneath these heavens?

Mashrikh Ke Khudaawand Safedaan-e-Farangi;
Maghrib Ke Khudaawand Darakh'shanda Filizzaat.

The masters of the East are pale of the Europeans,
The masters of the West are the glittering metals.(Gold etc)

Europe Mein Bahut Roshani-o-ilm-o-Hunar Hai;
Haq Ye Hai Ke Be-Chashmah-e-Haiwaan Hain Ye Zulmaat.

Ya,its true that there is light of knowledge & skill in Europe
But becouse of d Darkness(non belief in God), their's no life in it

Raanai-e-Taameer Mein, Raunak Mein Safa Mein;
Girjon Se Kaheen Badhke Hain Bank'on Ke Imaaraat

In beauty of construction, in brightness, in cleanliness,
Towers of banks are much more greater than the places of worship

Zaahir Mein Tijaarat Hai, Haqeeqat Mein Juwa Hai;
Sood Ek Ka, Lakhon Ke Liye Marg-e-Mafaajaat.

Business in appearance, but gamble in reality,
Profit for one, but for millions it is swooping death.

Ye ilm Ye Hikmath Ye Tadabbur Ye Hukoomat;
Peete Hain Lahoo, Dete Hain Taaleem-e-Musaawaat.

The knowledge,the wisdom, the scholarship & the government,
Drink/Suck the blood of the poor and say that they treat them all as equal

Bekari-o-Uryaani-o-Mai'Khaari-o-IfLaas
Kya Kam Hain Farangi Madaniyat Ke Fatoohaat?

Unemployment, nakedness, Drunkenness, bankruptcy etc;
Are these the mean triumphs of the Western civilization?

Wo Qaum, Ke Faizaan-e-Samaawi Se Ho Mehroom;
Hadd Uske Kamalaat Ki Hai Barq-o-Bukharaat.

That nation which is deprived of heavenly grace
Doesn't Progress beyond than electricity or steam. (Means only worldly life)

Hai Dil Ke Liye Maut, Machine'on Ki Hukoomat;
Ehsaas-e-Murawwat Ko Kuchal Dete Hain Alaat

Rule of machines are death to our hearts (humans),
These machines destroy sense and feelings of human kindness.

Aasaar Tho Kuch Kuch Nazar Aatey Hain Ke Aakhir;
Tadbeer Ko Taqdeer Ke Shaatir Ne Kiya Maat

The symptoms do appear here and there, but at the end.
The tactics of the humans have been completely defeated by the Fate

Mai'Khaane Ki Bunyaad Mein Aaya Hai Tazal'zul;
Baithey Hain isee Fikr Mein Peeran-e-Kharabaat

The Wine house's foundations got a jolt,
Old men of bad habits sit with this concern.

Chehron Pe Jo Surkhi Nazar Aati Hai Sarr-e- Shaam;
Ya Ghaazah Hai Ya Saaghar-o-Meena Ke Karaamaat.

The redness that appears on faces at the time of dusk,
Is it a cosmetic and painting or miracles of cups and glasses?

Tu Qadir-o-Aadil Hai Magar Tere Jahaan Mein;
Hain Talkh Bahut Banda-e-Mazdoor Ke Auqaat.

You are all Powerful, and The Just, but in Your world;
The times(fortunes) of the labourers, are very bitter/short.

Kabb Doobega Sarmaaya Parasti Ka Safeenah;
Dunya Hai Teri Muntazir-e-Roz-e-Makafaat

When shall the ship of money-worship drown?
Your world is awaiting the day of returns(reward or wrath).