Kabhi aye Haqeeqat-e-muntazar, nazar aa libas-e-majaz mein
ke hazar sajde tarap rahe hain meri jabeen-e-niaz mein
For once, O awaited Reality, reveal Yourself in a form material,
For a thousand prostrations are quivering eagerly in my submissive brow
Tu bacha bacha ke na rakh Issey, tera aaeena hai voh aaeena
ke shikast ho to aziz tar hai nigah-e-aaeena saaz mein
Do not try to protect them, your mirror is the mirror
Which would be dearer in the Maker's eye if they broken are Na kaheen jahan mein amaan milli, jo amaan milli to kahan milli
mere jurm-e-khana kharab ko, tere afw-e-banda nawaz mein
My dark misdeeds found no refuge in the wide world—
The only refuge they found was in Your Gracious Forgiveness
Na voh ishq mein raheen garmiyaan, na voh husn mein raheen shaukiyan
na voh ghaznavi mein tarrap rahi, na kham hai zulf-e-zyaz mein
Neither love has that warmth, nor beauty has that humour Neither that restlessness in Ghaznavi nor those curls in the hair locks of Ayaz are,
Jo mein sar basajda huwa kabhi, to zameen se aane lagi sada
tera dil to hai sanam aashna, tujhe kya miley ga namaz mein
Even as I laid down my head in prostration a cry arose from the ground:
Your heart is in materialism, no rewards for your prayers are.
Abhi ishq ke imtehaan aur bhi hein Tahi zindagi se nahin ye fizayen Yahan saikadon karwaan aur bhi hein Khana’at na kar aalam-e-rang-o-bu par Chaman aur bhi, aashiyaan aur bhi hein Agar kho gaya ek nasheman to kya ghum Maqmat-e-aah-o-fughaan aur bhi hein Tu shaheen hai parvwaaz hai kaam tera Tere saamne aasmaan aur bhi hein Isi roz-o-shab main ulajh kar na rah ja Ke tere zameen par makaan aur bhi hein Gaye din ke tanha tha main anjuman mein Yahaan ab mere raazdaan aur bhi hein
Translation:
Beyond the stars there are worlds more Our quest yet has more tests to pass This existence alone does not matter There are boundless journeys more Do not rest on what you have There are paradises more to explore Why worry if you have lost one abode There are a million addresses to claim You are the falcon, your passion is flight And you have skies more to transcend Lose not yourself in the cycle of days and nights Within your reach are feats even more Gone is the day when I was lonesome in the crowd Today those who resonate my thoughts are more
Mohammed Iqbal Naujawaan ke Naam, Bal-e-Jibraeel, 1908
With Asadullah Khan on my mind. This particular kalam, which is quite unusual for the qawwali genre, seems so suited for it with Rahats particular andaaz. The manner is which he has stressed on the words and phrases that are important to bring out the essence of the poetry is noteworthy. Especially as the repetition of parts of verses is so natural to qawwali. He repeats "Zakhm ke bhane talak" and then "had se, had se guzri" as does the chorus that follows through beautifully. Then towards the end after the reciting Ghalib's maqta once he moves onto Mirs following relevant verses:
Kya bud-o-baash poochho ho, purab ke sakino'n Hum ko gharib jaan ke, hans hans pukaar ke Dilli jo ek shahar thaa aalam-e-intekHaab mein Rahte thay mutakHib hi jahaan rozgaar ke Usko falak nay looT ke bar-baar kar diya Hum rahne waale hain usii ujDHay dayaar ke
and then back again to the maqta
Hai ab is Maa'more Mein Qaht-e-Gham-e-Ulfat Asad Ham ne yeh Mana ke Dilli Mein Rehen, Khaawen ge Kya
Kalam: Parchan Shaal Pavar Dhola Poet: Shah Abdul Latif Bhattai (ra) Performers: Sanam Marvi & Rahat Fateh Ali Khan
Sanam Marvi is a rising star from Sindh, Pakistan and sings like a nightingale. She is a student of Rahat Fateh Ali and Abida Parveen [1]. In the following track she sings one of Shah Latif's kalam in the Sindhi language.
Share What a historic and beautiful presentation of Iqbal's poetry this was.
It gives me such pleasure to see this out-door recital of Apna Maqaam
Paida kar. The rich Islamic architecture as the backdrop, the tasteful
lighting, the professional photography and the relative simplicity of
attire of the qawwals. The unhurried andaaz is so uplifting and Iqbal's
words of course so well chosen, inspiring and motivating.
Hats off to the organizers, as well as to Musharraf, who encouraged the
arts during this period. He made several serious mistakes, but
this was certainly an aspect for which we owe him a debt to gratitude.
The Zia period by comparison almost killed and buried the performing
arts in Pakistan in its own version of religious zeal. I'd like
to quote a verse:
Galla To Ghoant Dia Ahl-e-Madrassa Ne Tera
Kahan Se Ayae Sadda La Ilah Ill Lallah - M. Iqbal
The inhabitants of madrassah have choked your throat
Now from where will come the voice of La Ilah Ill Lallah
Tera Johar He Noori, Paak He Tu
Farogh-e-Deeda-e-Aflaak He Tu
Tere Saidhe Zaboo Aa-Farishta-o-hoor
Kay Shaheen-e-Shahe Lo-Laak He Tu
ترا جوہر ہے نوری ، پاک ہے تو
فروغ دیدئہ افلاک ہے تو
ترے صید زبوں افرشتہ و حور
کہ شاہین شہ لولاک ہے تو
The crux of your creation is Noor (light), You are pure
Heavenly eyes want to see your progress
Angels and Beautiful Maidens are for you
You are an Eagle of Allah (Shah) the owner of lo-laak (realm where no one can go)
---
Hakimi Nay Musalmani Khudi Ki
Kalimi Ramz-e-Pinhani Khudi Ki
Tujhe Gur Fakr-o-Shahi Ka Bata Doon
Ghareebi Mein Nigehbani Khudhi Ki
حکیمی ، نے مسلمانی خودی کی
کلیمی ، رمز پنہانی خودی کی
تجھے گر فقر و شاہی کا بتا دوں
غریبی میں نگہبانی خودی کی
Wisdom is when Khudi reaches climax and becomes Muslim
Hidden secret to Khudi is when one can start talking with God
Let me tell you the secret of poverty and richness
In poverty you be guardian of Khudi
---
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
دیارِ عشق میں اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard in the realm of love!
(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)
Zindagani Hai Sadaf Qatra-e-Nesa Hai Khudhi
Woh Sadaf Kya Ke Jo Qatre Ko Gohar Ker Na Sakay
زندگانی ہے صدف‘ قطرۂ نیساں ہے خودی
وہ صدف کیا کہ جو قطرے کو گہر کر نہ سکے
Life is like an Oyster Seashell, Khudi is a droplet of irritant
What's the worth of an Oyster Seashell? If it cant create a Pearl from an irritant
(Foreign irritants stimulates nacre production within Oyster Seashell to create a Pearl)
---
Ho Agar Khudnegaro, Khudgaro, Khudgeer Khudi
Yeh Bhi Mumkin Hai Ke Tu Mout Se Bhi Mar Na Sakay
ہو اگر خود نگر و خود گر و خود گیر خودی
یہ بھی ممکن ہے کہ تو موت سے بھی مر نہ سکے
If Khudi is under these qualities "Self vigilance", "Self molding", "Self Critical"
Then Its possible that even death cant kill you
---
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Set your own standard in the realm of love!
(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)
Khudi Ki Jalwatoon Mein Mustafai
Khudi Ki Khalwatoon Mein Kibriai
Zameeno Asmano Arsh-o-Kursi
Khudi Ki Zud Mein He Saari Khudai
خودی کی جلوتوں میں مصطفائی
خودی کی خلوتوں میں کبریائی
زمین و آسمان و کرسی و عرش
خودی کی زد میں ہے ساری خدائی
When Khudi is apparent then its Prophet-hood
When Khudi is hidden then its Divine
Earth, Skies, Heaven and Throne
Way to God is in the grip of Khudi
---
Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Look!...Set your own standard
Tere Seene Mein Daam He, Dil Nahi Hai
Tera Daam Garmian Mehfil Nahin Hai
Guzar Ja Aqal Se Agay, Ke Yeh Noor
Charagh-e-Raah He Hai, Manzil Nahin Hai
ترے سینے میں دم ہے ، دل نہیں ہے
ترا دم گرمی محفل نہیں ہے
گزر جا عقل سے آگے کہ یہ نور
چراغ راہ ہے ، منزل نہیں ہے
In your chest is heartbeat, but no passion no emotions
Your heartbeat is not capable to stir up or warm-up the congregation
Go beyond the realm of logic, that this light (Noor)
Is a light to a path, but its not final destination
---
Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
دیکھ اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Look!...Set your own standard
Phir Charagh-e-Lala Se Roshan Hoay Koh-o-Daman
Mujh Ko Phir Naghmon Pe Uqsanay Laga Murgh-e-Chaman
Apne Mun Mein Doob Ker Baja Suragh-e-Zindagi
Tu Agar Mera Nahi Banta Na Bun... Apna To Bun
پھر چراغ لالہ سے روشن ہوئے کوہ و دمن
مجھ کو پھر نغموں پہ اکسانے لگا مرغ چمن
اپنے من میں ڈوب کے پا جا سراغ زندگی
تو اگر میرا نہیں بنتا نہ بن ، اپنا تو بن
Then, Tulips Blossoming have brought life to Mountains and Valleys
Seeing this scenery and Birds singing; its tempting me to sing as well
Dive within yourself and find the secret of life
If you dislike following me, then don't! but at least listen to your own self
---
Mun Ki Dunya Mun Ki Dunya Sooz-o-Masti Jazb-o-Shouq
Tan Ki Dunya Tun Ki Dunya Sood-o-Sauda Makr-o-Fun
Mun Ki Doulat Haath Aati Hai To Phir Jaati Nahi
Tan Ki Daulat Chaaon Hai Aata Hai Dhan Jata Hai Dhan
من کی دنیا، من کی دنیا، جذب و مستی ذوق و شوق
دھن کی دنیا ، دھن کی دنیا، سود و سودا مکر و فن
پانی پانی کر گئی مجھ کو قلندر کی یہ بات
تو جھکا جب غیر کے آگے نہ من تیرا ، نہ تن
Inward world is feelings-emotions, and passion-interests
Outward world is bargain-dealings, and deception-art
When one attains inward wealth then one never looses it
Outward wealth is like a shadow, Money comes and goes
---
Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Paya Mein Ne Afrangi Ka Raaj
Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Dekhe Mein Ne Shaikh-o-Brahman
Paani Paani Ker Gayi Mujh Ko Qalandar Ki Yeh Baat
Tu Jhuka Jab Ghair Ke Agay Na Mun Tera Na Tan
من کی دنیا ہاتھ آتی ہے تو پھر جاتی نہیں
دھن کی دنیا، چھاؤں ہے آتا ہے دھن جاتا ہے دھن
من کی دولت ہاتھ آتی ہے تو پھر جاتی نہیں
تن کی دولت چھاؤں ہے آتا ہے دھن ، جاتا ہے دھن
In inward world I dint find the throne of Britishers
In inward world I didn't find Sheikhs nor Brahmins
This message of saint made me humble and brought humility
When you prostate in front of others you loose both inner and outer world
---
Abb to, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
دیارِ عشق میں اپنا مقام پیدا کر
At least Now!...Set your own standard
Nahin Tera Nashemen Qasr-e-sultani Ke Gumbat Per
Tu Shaheen He Basera Ker Paharon Ki Chatano Mein
دیارِ عشق میں اپنا مقام پیدا کر
نیا زمانہ، نۓ صبح شام پیدا کر
Your abode is not on the domes and palaces of sultans
You are an Eagle, traverse and dwell through the heights of mountains
(You were not made to take things lightly and relax, you were made to face challenges head-on and overcome them)
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Khudi Mein Gum He Khudai, Talaash Ker Ghafil
Yehi He Tere Leyee Abb Salah-e-Kaar Ki Raah
Hadith-e-Dil Kisi Darwaish Bay-Qaleem Se Pooch
Khuda Kere Tujhe Tere Maqam Se Agah
Path to God is hidden in Khudi, Find it! Oh the one who has neglected
This is now the way of your salvation and reawakening
Ask the one who has achieved contentment about situation of his heart
I pray that Allah makes you aware of your true status
(This is referring to time of early Muslim generation where, early Muslims companions of Prophet Muhammad Pbuh claimed that if disbelievers only but knew of the contentment in our hearts that they will fight us for it. Iqbal is saying ask such persons for the condition (hadith) of their heart, how I wish that you were aware of your true status)
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Nigah-e-Fakr Mein Shaan-e-Sikandri Kya Hai
Khiraj Ki Jo Gadda Ho Woh Qaisri Kya Hai
Buttoan Se Tujh Ko Umeedain Khuda Se Na Umeedi
Mujhe Bataa To Sahih Aur Kaafri Kya Hai
In the eyesight of Fakr (contentment) what is the glory of Alexander?
What is that Cesar? Who is begging and is in need of taxation from his subjects
You have tied your hopes with Idols, and from Allah you have no hope or expectations
Tell me!! what could be more infidelity/disbelief than this?
Faqat Nigah Se Hota He Faisla Dil Ka
Na Ho Nigah Mein Shokhi To Dill Barri Kya Hai
Kise Nahin He Tamana-e-Sarwari Laikin
Khudi Ki Moat Ho Jis Mein Woh Sarwari Kya Hai
Only! Just Through eyesight a decision of heart is made
But if eyesight doesn’t have sharpness then what is the value of power of attraction
Who doesn’t yearn for superiority, leadership, upper status? But
What is superiority, leadership, and upper status if it means that your Khudi is dead in the process?
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Khudhi Ko Ker Buland Itna Ke Her Taqdeer Se Pehle
Khuda Bande Se Khud Pochay Bata Teri Raza Kya Hai
Raise your rank so high that before destiny is decided
Allah himself asks you "What is your Will?"
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Galla To Ghoant Dia Ahl-e-Madrassa Ne Tera
Kahan Se Ayae Sadda La Ilah Ill Lallah
The inhabitants of madrassah have choked your throat
Now from where will come the voice of La Ilah Ill Lallah?
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Her Shay Musaafi Her Cheez Raahi
Kya Chaand Tare Kya Murgh-o-Maahi
Everything is traveling, on a journey; everything is bound to perish
What moon? What birds?
Kuch Qadar Apni Tu Ne Na jaani
Yeh Be-Sawaadi Yeh Kam Nigahi
Peere-Haram Ko Daikha Hai Mein Ne
Qirdar Be-Soaz Guftar Wahi
Some of it is your fault; that you have not yet realized your value
This life void of spark and purpose, This lack of foresight and under sightedness
I have seen the guardian of Harem (referring to vast majority of Mullah and clergy)
In character there is no attraction, and speech is useless vain talk
Daikh…Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
دیکھ اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Look!....Set your own standard
Dil-e-Toor-e-Seena-o-Faaraan Do Neem
Tajali Ka Phir Muntazir He Qaleem
Musalmaan He Tawheed Mein Garam Joash
Magar Dil Abhi Taak He Zunaar Poash
Cut open is the heart of Sinai and Faran,
And Moses waits for a renewed appearance of Allah
Muslim passionately says that God is One!
But his heart is Still a heathen caught up in idol rituals:
(The Muslim, zealous though about God’s unity,
Still wears the Hindu’s sacred thread around his heart.)
In culture, mysticism, canon law, And dialectical theology
He worships idols of non-Arab make.
The truth has been lost in absurdities,
And in traditions is this ummah rooted still.
(The truth was lost in trifles, vain disputes
And the nation was lost in conventions and traditions)
Daikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
دیکھ اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Look!....Set your own standard
Lubhata He Dil Ko Qalam-e-Khateeb
Magar Lazzat-e-Shoaq Se Be-Naseeb
Bayan Uss Ka Mantak Se Suljha Hooa
Lughat Ke Bakheron Mein Uljha Hooa
The speaker’s (Khateeb-Mullah) rhetoric is Enchanting,
But is devoid of passion
His speech is clothed in neat logic
But lost in a maze of words
Woh Sufi Ke Tha Khidmat-e-Haq Mein Mard
Muhbat me Yakta; Hamiat Mein Fard
The sufi, was unique in the love of truth,
Unique in the love of God, and in devotion
Ajam Ke Khialiat Mein Kho Gya
Yeh Saaliq Maqamat Mein Kho Gya
Bujhi Ishq Ki Aag Andhair He
Musalmaan Nahin Raakh Ka Dhair Hai
He got lost in foreign ideas
He was lost in the hierarchic ranks
The fire of love is extinguished
Muslim is no more he is a heap of ashes
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Shrab-e-Kohan Phir Pila Sa Kia
Wohi Jam Gardish Mein La Sa Kia
Mujhe Ishq Ke Pur Laga Ker Ura
Meri Khaq Jugnoo Bana Ker Ura
O Saqi (O Allah)! Give me the old wine again!
Let the potent cup go round!
Let me soar on the wings of love
Make my dust bright and fly
Hari Shaakh Millat Tere Num Se Hay
Nafas Iss Badan Mein Tere Dam Se Hai
Tarapne Pharakne ki Taufeeq De
Dil-e-Murtaza Soaz-e-Siddiq de
You are the one that can provide nourishment to this nation
You are the one that can sustain it
Make them alive, restless, stir them shake them up
Give them Ali’s heart; give them Siddiq’s passion;
Jiggar Se Wohi Teer Phir Paar Ker
Tamana Ko Seeno Mein Bedaar Ker
Tere Asmanoo Ke Taroan Ki Khair
Zameeno ke Shab Zinda-Daron Ki khair
Let the same old love pierce their hearts;
Awaken in them a burning zeal, will, determination;
Let the stars throw down their spears,
And let the earth’s dwellers tremble
Jawanao Ko Soaz-e-Jigar Baksh De
Mera Ishq Meri Nazar Baksh De
Give the young a passion that consumes;
Give them my vision, my love of God;
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
اپنا مقام پیدا کر
Set your own standard
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam Paida Ker
Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;
Create a new age, new days and nights.
---
Khuda Agar Dil-e-Fitrat Shinaas De Tujhko
Sukoot-e-Laalaa-o-Gul Se Kalaam Paida Kar
Mein Shaakh Taak Hoon Meri Nazar He Mera Samar
Mere Samar Se Naye la-lafam Paida Ker
خدا اگر دلِ فطرت شناس دے تجھکو
سکوتِ لالہ و گل سے کلام پیدا کر
اٹھا نہ شیشہ گرانِ فرنگ کا احساں
سفالِ ہند سے مینا و جام پیدا کر
If god grants you a heart of nature that can understand nature (fitrah),
Create poetry(talking Kalaam) from the silence of Tulips and roses.
My ghazal is the essence of my life-blood,
Create thy elixir of life out ‘of this essence.
---
Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai
My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),
(My way of life is poverty (contentment), not the pursuit of wealth)
Na Momin He Na Momin Ki Ameeri
Raha Sufi Gayee Roshan Zameeri
Khuda Se Phir Wohi Qalb-o-Nazar Maang
Nahin Mumkin Ameeri Be Faqeeri
Neither there is a Muslim (Believer) nor his power/wealth remains;
The Sufi has outlived his radiant soul;
Ask God for the heart and soul of men of the past (righteous generations),
Become a fakir (contentment), first! to regain your lost power/wealth.
Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai
Khudi Na Baich Ghareebi Mein Naam Paida Kar
My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),
Do not sell selfhood, create honor in poverty.
(My way of life is poverty (contentment), not the pursuit of wealth)
(Barter not thy Selfhood; win a name in adversity)
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam paida ker
Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;
Create a new age, new days and nights.
