Phir Kuch Is Dil Ko Beqarari Hai Sina Zoya-e-zakhm-e-kari Hai
Phir Jigar Khodne Laga Nakhun Amad-e-fasl-e-lalakari Hai
Qibla-e-maqsad-e-nigah-e-niyaz Phir Wahi Parda-e-ammari Hai
Chashm-e-dallal-e-jins-e-ruswai Dil Kharidar-e-zauq-e-khwari Hai
Wahi Sadrang Nala Farsai Wahi Sadguna Ashqbari Hai
Dil Hawa-e-khiram-e-naz Se Phir Mahshristan-e-beqarari Hai
Jalwa Phir Arz-e-naz Karta Hai Roz-e-bazar-e-jansupari Hai
Phir Usi Bewafa Pe Marte Hain Phir Wahi Zindagi Hamari Hai
Phir Khula Hai Dar-e-adalat-e-naz Garm Bazar-e-faujdari Hai
Ho Raha Hai Jahan Mein Andher Zulf Ki Phir Sarishtadari Hai
Phir Diya Para-e-jigar Ne Sawal Ek Fariyad-o-ah-o-zari Hai
Phir Hue Hain Gawah-e-ishq Talab Ashqbari Ka Hukm Jaari Hai
Dil-o-mizshgan Ka Jo Muqadma Tha Aj Phir Us Ki Rubqari Hai
Bekhudi Besabab Nahi 'ghalib' Kuch To Hai Jis Ki Pardadari Hai
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[By Mirza Ghalib. Interpretive translation by Siyaah]
There's a restlessness in this heart again, This bosom seeks wounds afresh. [1]
The heart is ploughed through again, Here comes the season of blossoms red. [2]
Dying for that betrayer again, It's my same old life, all over again.
This unconscious state - not without cause or reason, Ghalib There's something here that's surely being veiled. [3]
[1] joyaa: seek / search for ; zakhm: wound [2] jigar: literally, 'liver', but equivalent in English usage to 'heart' as the 'seat of emotions', especially love. aamad: Here comes / arrives; fasl: season / harvest; laala: flowers, typically red. [3] bekhudi: literally, 'detachment from self'. Has many shades of meaning, such as an unconscious / careless / forgetful / oblivious state. Also refers to being inebriated, or even being spiritually connected with the divine. Thus carries both 'positive' and 'negative' connotations, depending on the context and interpretation. besabab: without cause / reason / motive pardadaari: literally, the act of veiling.
Thank you O Lord! that this pitcher is broken. No more filling it up, No guards now and worries none
Gulzar so eloquently presents the introduction to Abida's recital of Kabir's poetry. He talks of how, like other Sufis, Kabir embraces death with casual familiarity. How the concept takes different shapes, and how saints find rebirth in different ways in the life hereafter. Kabir's death was the last lesson of his life, but his poetry lives on to guide us always Bhala Hua Meri Matki Phoot GayeeMein to Paneeyan Bharan se Chhoot Gayee
Bhala Hua Meri Matki Phoot Gayee Mein to Paneeyan Bharan se Chhoot Gayee Thank you O Lord! that this pitcher is broken. No more filling it up, No guards now and worries none Bura Jo Daikhan Mein Chala,
Bura na Mileya KoeJo Dil Khoja Apna, to Mujh sa Bura na Koe
When I went in search of faulty ones, I found none, When I looked into my own heart, None were faultier than me. Yeh to Ghar Hai Prem ka, Khala Ka Ghar Nae Sees Utaarey bhuen Dharey, Kat Baitthe Ghar Mahin
Beware! This is the abode of Pure Love, Nothing to do with name and forms, Enter here humbled, devoid of pride, Only then you may take your seat here. Haman hai Ishq Mastana Haman ko Hosheyari kya Rahay Azaad Ya Jag Se Haman Duniya Se Yaari Kya
I am bursting with love, Why do I need to be careful? Being free in the world, What of the worlds friendship do I need?
Kehna Tha so Keh Diya Ab Kachhu Kaha Na Jaaye Aik Gaya so Ja Raha Darya Lehr Samae
What had to be said has been said There is nothing left to say If one leaves, so he may The Wave too shall blend into the RIverLali more lal ki, Jit Daikhan tit lal. Lali Daikhan main gayi, so Main bhi ho gayi lal
I see the Divine light inside, outside, and everywhere. By looking constantly at the divine light of God even I have become godly.Hans hans kunt na paya Jin paya tin roye Haansi khaeley Peeya Mile to Kon Suhagan HoeNo one realizes his Beloved while enjoying worldly pleasures Those who realize God, did so by feeling pangs of separation If one were able to realize God while involved in enjoyment Then who will remain unfortunate? Ja Ko raaton Saayian Maar sake na koi. Baal na baanka kar sake Jo Jag Bairi hoe
No one can ever slay a man under God’s protection. Nor a hair on his head be touched even if the world opposes him
Prem na Baazi Upjey Prem Na Haath Bitae Raja Parja Jis Ruche, Sees Deyi Lae JaeLove is not grown in the field, and it is not sold in the market But a king or a pauper would Offer their head to acquire it. Sukhiya sab sansar hai, Khaye aur soye Dukhiya das kabir hai, Jaage aur roye
The world is joyfull That eats, drinks and is in peace Fated but is poor Kabir (the seeker) Stays awake and weeps
Jo Kachu Kiya so Tum Kiya Mein Kuch Kiya Nahi. Kahe Koi Jo Mein Kiya, Tum Hi Thae Mujh Mahi.
What I achieved was due to you, Oh Lord For I did nothing on my own accord If one were to claim credit for ones deed It was all due to your guidanceShare
Ae tan mera chashma hove Main murshid vekh na rajjaan hu Lun lun de mud lakh lakh chashma Hik kholaan, hik kajjaan hu Itna dittheya sabar na aave Hor kite vall bhajjaan hu Murshid da deedar hai bahu Mainnu lakh karordaan hajjaan hu --------------------------------------------------------------
Voh soorat e Ilahi, kis des basteeyan hein
Ab jin ke daikhney ko, aankhein tarasteeyan hein
Barsat ka to moasam kab ka nIkal gaya par
Mijgan ki ye ghattayein ab tak barasteeyan hein
Kyonkar na ho ye zakhmee, sheesha sa dil humara
Os shoakh ki nigahein, pathhar mein dhansteeyan hein
Qeemat un ki go ham, do jug ko dey chuke hein
Os yaar ki nigaahein, iss par bhi sasteeyan hein
Jab mein kaha os se, sauda ko apne mil ke
Iss saal tu hai saaqi, aur mein-parasteeyan hein
Voh soorat e Ilahi, kis des basteeyan hein
Ab jin ke daikhney ko, aankhein tarasteeyan hein
Poetry: Mirza Rafi Sauda
Mirza Mohammed Rafi Sauda was born in 1714 in Delhi and passed away in 1781 in Lucknow.. His work is titled Kuliyat-e-Sauda.
------------ My friend Capt. Shayan Haqqee and I made this memorable day trip to Skardu back in the autumn of 2007. We briefly got off and took a drive towards the Shangrila resort and then returned to take the flight back an hour later. The aerial shots and images iof landscapes n the video slideshow are of that day.
Alif Allah chambe di booti, Murshid man wich laaee hoo
Nafee asbaat da pane milia, Har rage harjae hoo.
Andar booti mushk machaya, Jaan phullan te aae hoo
Jeeve Murshid Kaamil Bahu, Jain eh booti laee hoo
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My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah’s Name.
Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God, the Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core.
-When the Buds of Mystery Unfolded Into the Blossoms of Revelation, My Entire Being Was Filled with God’s Fragrance.
-May the Perfect Master Who Planted this Jasmine in My Heart Be Ever Blessed, O Bahu!
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Allaah parhion hafiz hoion, Na giaa hijabon pardaa hoo
Parhh parhh aalim faazil hoion, Taalib hoion zar daa hoo
Lakh hazar kitabaan parhiaan, Zaalim nafs na mardaa hoo
Baajh Faqeraan kise na mareya, Eho chor andar daa hoo
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-You Have Read the Name of God Over and Over, You Have Stored the Holy Qur’an in Your Memory, But this Has Still Not Unveiled the Hidden Mystery.
-Instead, Your Learning and Scholarship Have Sharpened Your Greed for Worldly Things,
-None of the Countless Books You’ve Read in Your Life Has Destroyed Your Brutal Ego.
-Indeed, None But the Saints Can Kill this Inner Thief, for it Ravages the Very House in Which it Lives.
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Alif-aihad jad dittee wiskaalee, Az khud hoiaa fane hoo
Qurb, Wisaal, Maqaam na Manzil, Na uth jism na jaanee hoo
Na uth Ishq Muhabbat kaee, Na uth kaun makanee hoo
Aino-ain theeose Bahu, Sirr Wahadat Subhanee hoo
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-When the One Lord Revealed Himself to Me, I Lost Myself in Him.
-Now There is Neither Nearness Nor Union. There is No Longer A Journey to Undertake, No Longer A Destination to Reach.
-Love Attachment, My Body and Soul and Even the Very Limits of Time and Space Have All Dropped From My Consciousness.
-My Separate Self Has Merged in the Whole: in That, O Bahu, Lies the Secret of the Unity That is God!
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Allaah sahee keetose jis dam, Chamkiaa Ishq agohaan hoo
Raat dihaan de taa tikhere, Kare agohaan soohaan hoo
Andae bhaaheen, Andar baalan, Andar de wch dhoohaan hoo
‘Shaah Rag’ theen Raab nerhe laddhaa, Ishq keetaa jad soohaan hoo
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-The Moment I Realized the Oneness of God, the Flame of His Love Shone Within, to Lead Me On.
-Constantly it Burns in My Heart with Intense Heat, Revealing the Mysteries Along My Path.
-This Fire of Love Burns Inside Me with No Smoke, Fuelled by My Intense Longing for the Beloved.
-Following the Royal Vein, I Found the Lord Close By. My Love Has Brought Me Face to Face with Him.
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Alif alast suniaa dil mere, Jind balaa kookendee hoo
Hubb watan dee haalib hoee, Hik pal saun na dendee hoo
Qaihar pave is raazan duneeaa, Haq daa raah marendee hoo
Aashiq mool qabool na Bahu, Zaaro zaar ruvendee hoo
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-When, At the Time of Creation, God Separated Me From Himself, I Heard Him Say: “am I Not Your God?” , “indeed You Are,” Cried My Soul, Reassured. Since Then Has My Heart Flowered.
-With the Inner Urge to Return Home, Giving Me Not A Moment of Calm Here on Earth.
-May Doom Strike this World! it Robs Souls on Their Way to God.
-The World Has Never Accepted His Lovers; They Are Persecuted and Left to Cry in Pain.
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the more complete version...........
Alif allah chambe di booti, murshad man vich laai hu.
Nafi asbaat da paani mileyo, har ragge har jaai hu.
Andar buti mushk machaiya, jaan phulaan te ayi hu.
Jeeve murshad kaamil bahu, jaen eh booti laayi hu
Allah paddheyoun haafiz hoiyoun, na geya hijaaboun parda hu,
Paddh paddh aalim faazil hoiyoun, taalib hoiyoun zar da hu.
Lakh hazaar kitaabaan paddhiyaan, zaalim nafas na marda hu,
Baajh fakeeraan koi na maare, eho chor andar da hu.
Eh duniya zan hauz paleeti, keti mal mal dhounde hu.
Duniya kaaran aalim faazil, goushaen bahi bahi rounde hu.
Duniya kaaran lok vichaare, ik pal sukh na saunde hu.
Jinhaan chhaddi duniya baahu, kandhi chaddh khalounde hu.
Andar hu te baahar vi hu, har dam naal chalenda hu.
Hu da daag muhabbat vaala, har dam peya saddenda hu.
Jithe hu kare rushnaai, chhodd andhera vendha hu.
Men kurbaan tinhaan ton baahu, jo hu sahi karenda hu.
Imaan salaamat har koi mange, ishk salamat koi hu.
Mangan imaan, sharmaavan ishkon, dil nu gairat hoi hu.
Jis manzal nu ishk pahunchaave imaan khabar na koi hu,
Ishk salaamat rakhin bahu, diyaan imaan dharoi hu.
Eh tan mera chashma hove, murshad dekh na rajjaan hu,
Luun luun de mudd lakh lakh chashma, ik kholaan ik kajjaan hu.
Itniyaan ditthiyaan sabar na aave, hor kitey val bhhajaan hu
Murshad da deedaar hai baahu, lakh karoddaan hajjaan hu.
Eh tan rabb sachhe da hujara, vich pa fakira chhaati hu.
Na kar minnat khawaaj khizar di, taen andar aab hayaati hu.
Shauk da deeva baal anhere, mat labhi vasat khaddaati hu.
Maran theen agge mar rahe, jinhaan hakk di ramaz pachhaati hu.
Andar hu te baahar hu, vatt baahu kiht labheeve hu.
Sae giyaazat katt karaahaan, khoon jigar da peeve hu.
Lakh hazaar kitaabaan paddh ke, daanishmand sadeeve hu.
Naam fakir tahenda baahu, kabar jahendi jeeve hu.
Alif allah chambe di booti, mere man vich murshad laanda hu.
Jis gal utey sohna raazi hove, oho gal sikhaanda hu.
Har dum yaad rakhin har vele, sohna utthda behnda hu.
Aape samajh samjhaanda bahu, oh aape aap ho jaanda hu.
Baahu baag bahaaraan khidiyaan,nargis naaz sharam da hu.
Dil vich kaaba sahi kitouse, ppakon paak param da hu.
Taalib, talab, tawaaf, talaami, hubb, hazoor, haram da hu.
Geya hajaab theeusey haaji, bakhshash raah karam da hu.
Baghdaad shehar di kiya nishaani, ucchiyaan lammiyaan cheeddaan hu.
Tan man mera purze purze, jyun darzi diyaan leeraan hu.
Leeraan di gal kafani paake, ralsan sang fakiraan hu.
Shehar baghdaad de tukdde mangsaan, karsaan ‘meeraan’,’ meeraan’ hu.
Be-adabaan da saar adab di, gaye adab theen vaanje hu.
Jehadde houn mitti de bhandda, kadi na theevan kaanje hu.
Jehadde mudd kadeem de khedde, kade na hounde raanjhe hu.
Jaen hazoor na mangeya bahu, doheen jahaane vaanje hu.
Paddh paddh ilm hazaar kitaabaan, aalim hoye bhaare hu,
Haraf ik ishak da paddh na jaanan, bhulle firan vichaare hu.
Ik nigaah je aashik vekhe, lakh hazaaraan tare hu,
Lakh nigaah je aalim vekhe, kise na kadhi chaahadhe hu.
Ishak akal vich manzal bhaari, saehaan kohaan de paadde hu,
Jinhaan ishak khareed na keeta, doheen jahaani mare hu.
Pir mile te peed na jaave, na os pir ki dharna hu.
Murshid mileyaan rushad na mann nu, o murshid ki karna hu.
Jis haadi theen naheen hadaayat, o haadi ki faddna hu.
Sir dittiyaan hakk haasil hove, mautoun mool na ddarna hu.
Paatta daaman hoya puraana, kichrak seeve darzi hu.
Haal da mehram koi ne mileya, jo mileya so garzi hu.
Baajh murrabi kise na ladhi, gujjhi ramaz andar di hu
Usey raah val jaaiye baahu, jis theen khalkat ddardi hu.
Panje mehal, panjaan vich chaanan, deeva kit val dhariye hu.
Panje mahar, panje patvaari, haasil kit val bhariye hu.
Panje imaam te panje kibale, sajada kit val kariya hu.
Je sahib sir mange baahu, har giz dhil na kariye hu.
Chaddh channa te kar rushnai, zikr karende taare hu.
Galian de vich phiran nimaane, laalan de vanjaare hu.
Shaala koi na theeye musaafar, kakh jinhaan ton bhaare hu.
Taaddi maar udda na bahu, aape uddan haare hu.
Chaddh channa e kar rushnai, zikar karede tera hu.
Tere jahe chann kayi sae chaddhde, sajana baajh hanera hu.
Jithe chann asaadda chaddada, kadar nahin kuj tera hu.
Jisde kaaran janam guaaiya, yaar mile ik phera hu.
Dil dariya samundaron doonge, kaun dilaan di jaane hu.
Vicche bedde, vicche jhedde, vicche vanj muhaane hu.
Chauda tabak dile de andar, tambu vaangan taane hu.
Joyi dil da mehram hove, soyi rabb pachaane hu.
Dil dariya samundaron doonga, gouta maar gavaasi hu.
Jaen dariya vanj noush na keeta, rahisi jaan piyaasi hu.
Hardam naal alla de rakhan, zikar fikar de aasi hu.
Ous murshid theen zan bihtar, jounfandh faraeb labaasi hu.
Sun fariyaad peeraan deya peera, meri araz sunni kan dhar ke hu.
Mera bedda addeya vich kapparaan de, jithe machh na behnde ddar ke hu.
Shaah jilaani mehboob subhaani, khabar liyu jhat karke hu.
Pir jinhaan da meeraan baahu, kaddhi lagde tar ke hu.
Sun fariyaad peeraan deya peera, aakh sunaavaan kaenu hu.
Taen jeha mennu hor na koi, maen jehiyaan lakh tennu hu.
Phol na kaagaz badiyaan vale, dar ton dhak na mennu hu.
Maen vich aibh gunaah na hunde, tu bakhshaenda kaenu hu.
Na rabb arash su alla utte, na rabb khaane kaabe hu.
Na rabb ilam kitaabaan labhha, na rabb vich mahiraabe hu.
Ganga tirath mull na mileya, paidde be hisaabe hu.
Jad da murshid fadeya baahu, chhutte sab azaabe hu.
Na men aalim, na men faazil, na mufti na kaazi hu.
Na dil mera dozakh te, na shauk bahishteen raazi hu.
Na men treehe rouze rakhe, na men paak namaazi hu.
Baajh visaal allah de baahu, duniya kooddi baazi hu.
Na men sunni, na men shia, dohaan ton dil saddeya hu.
Mukk gaye sab khuski paindde, jad dariya rahimat vaddeya hu.
Kai mantaare tar-tar hare, koi kinaare chaddeya hu.
Sahi salaamat paar gaye, jin murshid da ladd fadeya hu.
Na o hindu na o momin, na sajda daen maseeti hu.
Dam dam de vich vekhan maula, jinhaan kaza na keeti hu.
Aahe daane bane divaane, zaat sahi vanj keeti hu.
Men kurbaan tinhaan ton baahu, ishak baazi jin leeti hu
Jo rang rangiya, goorha rangiya; murshad wali lali hoo yaar.
Each shade I colored, imbued intensely; the faithful redness of a murshad (teacher), O friend.
Koook dila mataan rab suney, cha dard wandaan diyan aanhi hoo; seena ta mera dard hee bharyaaa, ander bharkan banhi hoo; tailan baaj na balan mashalan, dardaan baaj na aanhi hoo; atish nal yaraney laa kay, hum bhat saran kay nahi hoo.
Awkha jhera ishq-e-wala, sambhal kay per nikaleen O’ yaar.
Squeaks of heart, my Lord listens, even if they are the sighs of the bereaved; all my chest is full of, is pain, inside, rages a fire of realization; without oil, lamps don’t light, without pain, there are no sighs; befriending violent fires, we ought to get burnt, don’t we?
Hard is the matter of Ishq, careful, when you spread those wings, O friend.
Main shahbaaz karan parvazaan, wich aflaak karam dey hoo; zabaan to mere kun baraber, mowran kam kalam dey hoo; aflatoon arastoo wargey, mein aggey kis kam dey hoo; hatim wargey jhak karooran, dar bahoo dey mangdey hoo;
Zulf siah wich yad-e-baiza, ow chamkar dekhaween o yaar;
Falcon, I am, flight, my habit, in heavens is my destiny; my tongue equals the one which utters ‘kun’, the works of destiny’s pen, I refute; the likes of Socrates and Plato, have no merit in contrast to me; millions like Hatim lay idling, begging at the door of Bahu;
In black hair, a brilliantly glowing hand (reference to Moses’s miracle), show us a miracle like that, O friend.
Allah! Ishq muhabbat dey dariya wich, thee mardaanaa tarreeyay hoo; Jitthe paun ghazab deeaan laiharaan, qadam uthaaeen dhareeyay hoo; Aujharh jhang balaaeen bele, wekh wekh na dareeyay hoo; Naam faqeer tad theendaa Bahu, jad wich talab de mareeyay hoo;
Maulaa! Buleya shah ghar mayray aayaa, kar kar naach wekharee oo yaar.
Allah! In the river of Ishq, we be a manly swimmer, Where-ever strike the waves of adversity, we set afoot towards there; Dense forests, threatening waste lands, sight of them doesn’t intimidate us; The title “faqeer”, one deserves, O’ Bahu, only when they perish in want (of God).
Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai Ham jis jagah hein husn ki, manzil yahi toh hai
Khud ko na daikhna hai tujhe dekhane ki shart Jo darmiyan hijaab hai, haayil yahi toh hai Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai
Har zaraa dil fareb hai, har jalwa jaan-navaz Har gaam pe gumaah hai ke, manzil yahi toh hai Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai
Halki si aik mauj-e-tabassum mein beh gaya Jo behr-e-bekanaar tha, vo dil yahi toh hai
Poetry:
Hz Zaheen Shah Taji
Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai Ab har ada e husn pe, hota hai yeh gumaan Jo loot le gayii hai mera dil, yahi toh hai Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai Dil mujh se keh raha hai, tere dil ki baat bhi Aayina aayine ke mukaabil, yahi toh hai Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai Dono jahaan ko teri muhabbat mein bhoolna Ik baat yaad rakhane ke qaabil, yahi toh hai
Qawwal
Abdullah Manzoor Niazi
Jo jalwagah-e-yaar hai, vo dil yahi toh hai Ae doston Zaheen ko, pehchaanta hoon mein Sab se alag jo sab mein hai, shaamil yahi toh hai ~ Hz Zaheen Shah Taji Recital: Qawwal Abdullah Manzoor Niazi
Tori soorat kay balihaari, Nijaam Tori soorat kay balihaari. Sab sakhiyan mein chundar meri mailee, Dekh hansain nar naari, Nijaam Ab ke bahar chundar meri rang de, Piya rakh lay laaj hamari, Nijaam. Sadqa baba Ganj Shakar ka, Rakh lay laaj hamari, Nijaam. Qutab, Farid mil aaye barati, 'Khusrau' raajdulaari, Nijaam. Kouo saas kouo nanad say jhagday, Hamko aas tihaari, Nijaam. Tori soorat kay balihaari, Nijaam. ---
Beholding your appearance, Oh Nijaam I offer myself in sacrifice. Amongst all the girls, my scarf is the most soiled, Look, the girls are laughing at me. This spring, please dye my scarf for me, Oh Nijaam, protect my honour. In the name of Ganj-e Shakar (Nizamuddin Aulia's pir), Protect my honour, Oh beloved Nijaam. Qutab and Farid have come in the wedding procession, And Khusrau is the loving bride, Oh Nijaam. Some have to fight with the mother-in-law, While some with sisters-in-law, But I have you for support, Oh Nijaam.
The following Akhtar Sheerani kalam is particularly moving. It is sung by Abida Parveen and is part of Muzaffar Ali's compilation. The CD entitled "Paigham-s-Muhabbat" and consists of nazms and ghazals of poets who witnessed the partition of the country and could only express the anguish of this trauma through their poems.
1. O des se aane vaale bataa kis Haal meN haiN yaaraan-i-vatan aavaarah-i-Ghurbat ko bhii sunaa kis rang meN hai kan’aan-i-vatan vuh baaGh-i-vatan, firdaus-i-vatan vuh sarv-i-vatan, raiHaan-i-vatan O des se aane vaale bataa
2. kyaa ab bhii vatan meN vaise hii sar-mast nazaare hote haiN kyaa ab bhii suhaanii raatoN ko vuh chaaNd sitaare hote haiN ham khel jo khelaa karte the kyaa ab bhii vuh saare hote haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
3. kyaa ab bhii pahaaRii ghaaTiyoN meN ghanghor ghaTaa’eN guuNjtii haiN saaHil ke ghanere peRoN meN barkhaa kii sadaa’eN guuNjtii haiN JhiiNgar ke taraane jaagtey haiN moroN ki sadaa’eN gooNjtii haiN O des se aane waale bataa
4. kyaa ab bhii vahaaN ke baaGhoN meN mastaanah havaa’eN aatii haiN kyaa ab bhii vahaaN ke parbat par ghanghor ghaTaa’eN chhaatii haiN kyaa ab bhii vahaaN kii barkhaa’eN vaise hii diloN ko bhaatii haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
5. kyaa aam ke uuNche peRoN meN ab bhii vuh papiihe bolte haiN shaaKhoN ke Hariirii pardoN meN naGhmoN ke Khazaane kholte haiN saavan ke rasiile giitoN se taalaab meN am-ras gholte haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
6. kyaa ab bhii fajr-dam charvaahe rewaR ko charaane jaate haiN aur shaam ko dhuNdhle saayoN ke hamraah ghar ko aate haiN aur apnii raseelii baaNsuriyoN meN ‘ishq ke naGhme gaate haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
7. kyaa sham paRe galiyoN meN dilchasp andheraa hotaa hai aur saRkoN kii dhuNdlii sham’oN par saayoN kaa baseraa hotaa hai baaGhoN kii ghanerii shaaKhoN meN kis taraH saveraa hotaa hai O des se aane vaale bataa
8 kyaa gaa’oN meN ab bhii vaisii hii mastii bharii raateN aatii haiN dehaat kii kam-sin maah-vasheN taalaab kii jaanib jaatii haiN awr chaaNd kii saadah raushanii meN rangiin taraane gaatii haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
9. kyaa ab bhii vahaaN vaisii hii javaaN aur madh-bharii raateN hotii haiN kyaa raat-bhar ab bhii giitoN kii aur pyaar kii baateN hotii haiN vuh Husn ke jaaduu chalte haiN vuh ‘ishq kii ghaateN hotii haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
10. kyaa gaa’oN pih ab bhii saavan meN barkhaa kii bahaareN aatii haiN ma’suum gharoN se bhor bahe chakkii kii sadaa’eN aatii haiN awr yaad meN apne maike kii bichhRii huii sakhiyaaN gaatii haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
11. kyaa ab bhii vahaaN barsaat ke din baaGhoN meN bahaareN aatii haiN ma’suum-o-Hasiin doshiizaa’eN barkha ke taraane gaatii haiN aur tiitariyoN kii taraH se raNgiiN JhuuloN par lahraati haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
12. kyaa ab bhii vahaaN ke panghaT par panhaariyaaN paanii bhartii haiN aNgRaa’ii kaa naqshah ban ban kar sab maathe pih gaagar dhartii haiN aur apne ghar ko jaate hu’e haNstii hu’ii chuhaleN kartii haiN O des se aane vaale bataa
13. kyaa ab bhii vahaaN meloN men vahii barsaat kaa joban hotaa hai phaile hu’e baR kii shaaKhoN meN JhuuloN kaa nasheman hotaa hai umDe hu’e baadal hote haiN chhayaa hu’aa saavan hota hai O des se aane vaale bataa
14. shaadaab shiguftah phooloN se ma’muur haiN gulzaar ab, kih naheeN baazaar maiN maalan laatii hai phooloN ke guNdhe haar ab, kih naheeN aur shauq se TuuTe paRte haiN nau-’umr Khariidaar ab, kih naheeN O des se aane vaalea bataa
15. kyaa pahle sii hai ma’suum abhi vuh madrase kii shaadaab fazaa kuchh bhuule hu’e din guzre haiN jis meN vuh misaal-i-Khvaab fazaa vuh khel, vuh ham-sin, vuh maidaan vuh Khvaab-gah-i-mahtaab fazaa O des se aane vaale bataa
16. kyaa ab bhii mahakte mandir se naaquus kii aavaaz aatii hai kyaa ab bhii muqaddas masjid par mastaanah azaaN tharraatii hai aur sham ke rangiiN saayoN par ‘azmat kii jhalak chhaa jaatii hai O des se aane vaale bataa
17. O des se aane vaale bataa kyaa ab bhii puraane khanDaroN par tariiKh kii ‘ibrat taarii hai Anpuurnaa ke ujRe mandir par maayuusii-o-Hasrat taarii hai sunsaan gharoN par chhaa’onii kii viiraanii-o-riqqat taarii hai O des se aane vaale bataa
18. kyaa ham ko vatan ke baaGhoN kii mastaanah fazaaeN bhuul ga’iiN barkhaa kii bahaareN bhuul ga’iin, saavan kii ghaTaaeN bhuul ga’iiN daryaa ke kinaare bhuul ga’, jangal kii havaaeN bhuul ga’iiN O des se aane vaale bataa
19. kyaa ab bhii kisii ke siine meN baaqii hai hamaarii chaah, bataa kyaa yaad hameN bhii kartaa hai ab yaaroN meN koii, aah, bataa lillah bata lillah bataa lillah bataa O des se aane vaale bataa
20. aaKhir meN yih Hasrat hai kih bataa vuh Ghaarat-i-iimaaN kaisii hai bachpan meN jo ‘aafat Dhaatii thii vuh ‘aafat-i-dauraaN kaisii hai ham donoN the jis ke parvaane vuh sham’-i-shabistaaN kaisii hai O des se aane vaale bataa
21. MarjaanaaN thaa jis kaa naam bataa vuh Ghunchah-dahan kis Haal meN hai jis par the fidaa tiflaan-i-vatan vuh jaan-i-vatan kis Haal meN hai vuh sarv-i-chaman, vuh rashk-i-vatan vuh siim-badan kis Haal meN hai O des se aane vaale bataa
22. ab naam-i-Khudaa ho gii vuh javaaN maike meN hai yaa susraal ga’ii doshiizah hai, yaa ‘aafat meN use kam-baKht javaanii Daal ga’ii ghar par hii rahii yaa ghar se ga’ii Khush-Haal rahii, Khush-Haal ga’ii O des se aane vaale bataa Lillah bata,
Lillah bata, Lillah bata, Lillah bata
Akhtar Sherani ---------
او دیس سے آنے والے بتا کس حال میں ہیں یارانِ وطن؟ آوارۂ غربت کو بھی سنا کس رنگ میں ہیں کنعانِ وطن وہ باغِ وطن، فردوسِ وطن، وہ سرو ِوطن، ریحانِ وطن او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی وطن میں ویسے ہی سرمست نظارے ہوتے ہیں کیا اب بھی سہانی راتوں کو وہ چاند ستارے ہوتے ہیں ہم کھیل جو کھیلا کرتے تھے، کیا اب بھی وہ سارے ہوتے ہیں او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا ہم کو وہاں کے باغوں کی مستاتہ فضائیں بھول گئیں؟ برکھا کی بہاریں بھول گئیں، ساون کی گھٹائیں بھول گئیں؟ دریا کے کنارے بھول گئے، جنگل کی ہوائیں بھول گئیں
کیا گاؤں میں اب بھی ویسی ہی، مستی بھری راتیں آتی ہیں؟ دیہات کی کمسن ماہ وشیں، تالاب کی جانب جاتیں ہیں اور چاند کی سادہ روشنی میں رنگیں ترانے گاتی ہیں
کیا گاؤں پہ اب بھی ساون میں برکھا کی بہاریں آتی ہیں؟ معصوم گھروں سے بُھوربَہِی چکّی کی صدائیں آتی ہیں؟ اور یاد میں اپنے میکے کی بچھڑی ہوئی سکھیا گاتی ہیں؟
کیا اب بھی پرانے کھنڈروں پر تاریخ کی عبرت طاری ہے؟ انپُرن کے اجڑے مندر پر مایوسی و حسرت طاری ہے؟ سنسان گھروں پر چھاؤنی کی ویرانی و رِقّت طاری ہے؟
او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔ شاداب شگفتہ پھولوں سے معمور ہیں گلزرا اب، کہ نہیں؟ بازار میں مالن لاتی ہے، پھولوں کے گندھے ہار اب، کہ نہیں؟ اور شوق سے ٹوٹے پڑتے ہیں، نوعمر خریدار، اب، کہ نہیں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی وہاں ویسی ہی جواں اور مدھ بھری راتیں ہوتی ہیں؟ کیا رات بھر اب بھی گیتوں کی اور پیار کی باتیں ہوتی ہیں؟ وہ حسن کے جادو چلتے ہیں وہ عشق کی گھاتیں ہوتی ہیں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی وہاں کے پنگھٹ پر پِنہاریاں پانی بھرتی ہیں؟ آنگڑائی کا نقشہ بن بن کر، سب ماتھے پہ گاگر دھرتی ہیں؟ اور اپنے گھر کو جاتے ہوئے، ہنستی ہوئی چوہلیں کرتیں ہیں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی پہاڑی گھاٹیوں میں، گھنگھور گھٹائیں گونجتی ہیں؟ ساحل کے گھنیرے پیڑوں میں، برکھا کی صدائیں گونجتی ہیں؟ جھینگر کے ترانے جاگتے ہیں، موروں کی صدائیں گونجتی ہیں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی وہاں میلوں میں وہی برسات کا جوبن ہوتا ہے؟ پھیلے ہوئے بڑ کی شاخوں میں، جھولوں کا نشیمن ہوتا ہے؟ امڈے ہوئے بادل ہوتے ہیں، چھایا ہوا ساون ہوتا ہے؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی وہان برسات کے دن، باغوں میں بہاریں آتی ہیں؟ معصوم و حسیں دوشیزائیں، برکھا کے ترانے گاتی ہیں؟ اور تیتریوں کی طرح سے رنگيں جھولوں پر لہراتی ہيں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا پہلے سی ہے معصوم ابھی، وہ مدرسے کی شاداب فضا؟ کچھ بھولے ہوئے دن گزرے ہیں جس میں وہ مثالِ خواب فضا؟ وہ کھیل، وہ ہمسن، وہ میداں، وہ خواب گہِ مَہتاب فضا؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی کسی کے سینے میں باقی ہے ہماری چاہ بتا؟ کیا یاد ہمیں بھی کرتا ہے اب یاروں میں کوئی، آہ! بتا؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا، للّہ بتا للّہ بتا او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی فجر دم چرواہے، ریوڑ کو چرانے جاتے ہیں؟ اور شام کو دھندلے سایوں کے ہمراہ گھر کو آتے ہیں؟ اور اپنی رسیلی بانسریوں میں عشق کے نغمے گاتے ہیں؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
آخر میں یہ حسرت ہے کہ بتا، وہ غارتِ ایماں کیسی ہے؟ بچپن میں جو آفت ڈھاتی تھی وہ آفتِ دوراں کیسی ہے؟ ہم دونوں تھے جس کے پروانے وہ شمعِِ شبستاں کیسی ہے؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
مرجاناں تھا جس کا نام بتا، وہ غنچۂ دہن کس حال میں ہے؟ جس پر تھے فدا طفلانِ وطن، وہ جانِ وطن کس حال میں ہے؟ وہ سروِ چمن، وہ رشکِ وطن، وہ سیم بدن کس حال میں ہے؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
اب نامِ خدا ہوگی وہ جواں، میکے میں ہے یا سُسرال گئی؟ دوشیزہ ہے یا آفت میں اسےکمبخت جوانی ڈال گئی؟ گھر پر ہی رہی یا گھر سے گئی، خوشحال رہی، خوشحال گئی؟ او دیس سے آنے والے بتا!۔
کیا اب بھی ہمارے گاؤں میں، گھنگرو ہیں ہوا کے پاؤں میں؟ کیا آگ لگی ہے چھاؤں میں، موسم کا اشارہ کیسا ہے؟ اے دیس سے آنے والے بتا، وہ دیس ہمارا کیسا ہے؟
جبعشق سکھاتا ہے آداب خود آگاہي کھلتےہيں غلاموں پر اسرار شہنشاہي عطارہو ، رومي ہو ، رازي ہو ، غزالي ہو کچھہاتھ نہيں آتا بے آہ سحر گاہي نوميدنہ ہو ان سے اے رہبر فرزانہ! کمکوش تو ہيں ليکن بے ذوق نہيں راہي اےطائر لاہوتي! اس رزق سے موت اچھي جسرزق سے آتي ہو پرواز ميں کوتاہي داراو سکندر سے وہ مرد فقير اولي ہوجس کي فقيري ميں بوئے اسد اللہي آئينجوانمردں ، حق گوئي و بے باکي
اللہکے شيروں کو آتي نہيں روباہي
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Translation: by Naeem Siddiqui
-When the love of God teaches self—awareness,
To slaves are revealed the secrets known to kings.
Plaints and yearnings alone can bring success, Whether it be Rumi or Razi or Ghazali the great.
O leader of men, despair not of their worth, Loyal to thee thy followers are, though sluggish.
O ethereal bird! It is better to starve to death, Than to live on a prey that clogs thy wings in flight.
Better than Darius and Alexander is the fakir, Whose piety has the attributes of ‘The Tiger of God.’
