Sunday, April 05, 2015
Jawab-e-Shikwa In English Urdu and Roman Urdu.
Also Describe in Video with the voice of Tina Sani.
Wo moaziz the zamaane mein Musalman ho kar (Video)
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(Bang-e-Dra-120) Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint
Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai
Par Nahin, Taaqat-e-Parwaaz Magar Rakhti Hai
When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to lyres,
Some magic wings man’s music then, his song with soul inspires;
Qudsi-Ul-Asal Hai, Riffat Pe Nazar Rakhti Hai
Khaak Se Uthti Hai, Gardoon Pe Guzar Rakhti Hai
Man’s words are sacred then, they soar, The ears of heaven they seek,
From dust those mortal accents rise, Immortals hear them speak;
Ishq Tha Fitna Gar-o-Sarkash-o-Chalaak Mera
Aasman Cheer Gaya Nala-e-Bebaak Mera
So wild and wayward was my Love, such tumult raised its sighs,
Before its daring swiftly fell the ramparts of the skies.
Peer-e-Gardoon Ne Kaha Sun Ke, Kahin Hai Koi!
Bole Sayyaare, Sar-e-Arsh-e-Bareen Hai Koi!
The skies exclaimed in wonderment, “Some one is hiding here,”
The wheeling Planets paused to say, “Seek on the highest sphere.”
Chaand Kahta Tha, Nahin, Ahl-e-Zameen Hai Koi!
Kehkashaan Kehti Thi, Poshida Yahin Hai Koi!
The silver Moon said, “You are wrong, Some mortal it must be,”
The Milky Way too joined converse, “Here in our midst is he.’’
Kuch Jo Samjha Tau Mere Shikwe Ko Rizwan Samjha
Mujhe Jannat Se Nikala Huwa Insan Samjha
Rizwan alone, my plaintive voice began to recognise,
He knew me for a human who had lost his Paradise.
Thi Farishton Ko Bhi Hairat, Ke Yeh Awaz Hai Kya!
Arsh Walon Pe Bhi Khulta Nahin Yeh Raaz Hai Kya!
And even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange,
Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range.
Taa Sar-e-Arsh Bhi Insan Ki Tag-o-Taaz Hai Kya?
Aa Gyi Khak Ki Chutki Ko Bhi Parwaaz Hai Kya?
They said, “Can Man now roving come and reach these regions high?
That tiny speck of mortal clay, has it now learnt to fly?
Ghafil Aadaab Se Yeh Sukkaan-e-Zameen Kaise Hain
Shokh-o-Gustakh Yeh Pasti Ke Makeen Kaise Hain!
How little do these beings of earth the laws of conduct know;
How coarse and insolent they are, these men who live below.
Iss Qadar Shokh Ke Allah Se Bhi Barham Hai
Tha Jo Masjood-e-Malaeek Yeh Wohi Aadam Hai?
So great their insolence indeed, they dare even God upbraid!
Is this the Man to whom their bow the Angels once had made?
Alam-e-Kaif Hai, Dana-e-Ramooz-e-Kam Hai
Haan, Magar Ijz Ke Asrar Se Namehram Hai
Of Quality and Quantity He knows the secrets, true—
The ways of humbleness as well If he a little knew!
Naaz Hai Taaqat-e-Guftaar Pe Insanon Ko
Baat Karne Ka Saliqa Nahin Nadanon Ko!
That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be,
Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.”
Ayi Aawaz Ghum-Angaiz Hai Afsana Tera
Ashk-e-Betaab Se Labraiz Hai Paimana Tera
Then spake a Voice Compassionate: “Your tale enkindles pain,
Your cup is brimming full with tears which you could not contain
Asmangeer Huwa Naara-e-Mastana Tera
Kis Qadar Shokh Zuban Hai Dil-e-Diwana Tera
Even High Heaven itself is moved by these impassioned cries;
How wild the heart which taught your lips such savage melodies!
Shukr Shikwe Ko Kiya Husn-e-Ada Se Tu Ne
Hum Sukhan Kar Diya Bandon Ko Khuda Se Tu Ne
Its grace yet makes this song of yours a song of eulogy;
A bridge of converse you have formed ‘Twixt mortal man and Me!
Hum Tau Mayal Ba-Karam Hain, Koi Sayal Hi Nahin
Rah Dikhlaen Kise Rahraw-e-Manzil Hi Nahin
Behold, my hands arc full of gifts, but who comes seeking here?
And how shall I the right road shew when there’s no traveller?
Tarbiat Aam Tau Hai, Jauhar-e-Qabil Hi Nahin
Jis Se Taamir Ho Aadam Ki Yeh Woh Gil Hi Nahin
My loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few!
Not this the clay from which I can an Adam’s shape renew!
Koi Qabil Ho Tau Hum Shan-e-Kai Dete Hain
Dhoondne Walon Ko Dunya Bhi Nai Dete Hain!
On him who merits well I set the brightest diadem,
And those who truly questing come, a new world waits for them.
Hath Be-Zor Hain, Ilhaad Se Dil Khoo-Gar Hain
Ummati Baais-e-Ruswai-e-Paighamber (S.A.W) Hain
Apostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,
You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;
But-Shikan Uth Gaye, Baqi Jo Rahe But-Gar Hain
Tha Braheem Pidar, Aur Pisar Aazar Hain
Those idol‐breakers all have gone, You idolaters are,
Abraham was the father, you His sons, are but Azar;
Badah Aasham Naye, Bada Naya, Khum Bhi Naye
Harm-e-Kaaba Naya, But Bhi Naye, Tum Bhi Naye
Now stranger bands carousal hold, Strange are both cup and wine,
A strange new Kaʹba you have reared, Strange idols oh its shrine!
Woh Bhi Din The Ke Yehi Maya-e-Raanai Tha
Nazish-e-Mousam-e-Gul Lala-e-Sahrai Tha!
The tulip of the wilds once reigned the queen of blossom‐time:
In this once lay the quintessence of loveliness sublime.
Jo Musalmaan Tha Allah Ka Saudai Tha
Kabhi Mehboob Tumhara Yehi Harjai Tha
Once every true‐born Mussalman by Allah set his store,
This fickle‐hearted courtesan even you did once adore!
Kisi Yakjai Se Ab Ehd-e-Ghulami Kar Lo
Millat-e-Ahmad (S.A.W.) Ko Maqami Kar Lo!
Go, seek some constant mistress now, to her a new bond sign,
Muhammad’s universal creed to narrow bounds confine!
Kis Qadar Tum Pe Garan Subah Ki Baidari Hai
Hum Se Kab Pyar Hai! Haan Neend Tumhain Pyari Hai
To pray to me at break of day You now an ordeal deem,
Your morning slumber sweeter far— Yet you would faithful seem!
Tabaa-e-Azad Pe Qaid-e-Ramazan Bhari Hai
Tumhi Keh Do, Yehi Aaeen-e-Wafadari Hai?
The hardships of the fast oppress your natures—now grown free;
Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me!
Qoum Mazhab Se Hai, Mazhab Jo Nahin, Tum Bhi Nahin
Jazb-e-Baham Jo Nahin, Mehfil-e-Anjum Bhi Nahin
Unto a nation faith is life, You lost your faith and fell,
When gravitation fails, must cease concourse celestial.
Jin Ko Ata Nahin Dunya Mein Koi Fann, Tum Ho
Nahin Jis Qoum Ko Parwaye Nasheman, Tum Ho
You love your homes the least among the nations of the earth,
You are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth;
Bijliyan Jis Mein Hon Aasudah, Woh Khirman Tum Ho
Baich Khate Hain Jo Aslaaf Ke Madfan, Tum Ho
You are a barn where lightning stays, where ruin idle lies,
Ancestral coffins long entombed your only merchandise;
Ho Niko Naam Jo Qabaron Ki Tajarat Kar Ke
Kya Na Baicho Ge Jo Mil Jaen Sanam Pathar Ke
In turning graves to profit, you have proved yourselves adept;
Should idol‐trading offer gain of course you would accept.
Safah-e-Dehr Se Batil Ko Mitaya Kis Ne?
Nau-e-Insan Ko Ghulami Se Chhuraya Kis Ne?
Whose striving, from this world of mine, Its falsehoods did efface?
Whose toil, from age‐old ignorance set free the human race?
Mere Kaabe Ko Jabeenon Se Basaya Kis Ne?
Mere Quran Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Kis Ne?
And whose the brows whose worship filled My Kaʹba’s hallowed shrine?
Or whose the breasts which fondly held My ‘Glorious Book Divine’?
The Tou Aaba Woh Tumhare Hi, Magar Tum Kya Ho?
Hath Par Hath Dhare Muntazir-e-Farda Ho!
These were your great progenitors; You lack their brain and brawn;
You sit and wait in slothful ease for every morrow’s dawn.
Kya Kaha? "Bahr-e-Musalman Hai Faqt Wade-e-Hoor
Shikwa Be-Ja Bhi Kare Koi Tau Lazim Hai Shaoor!
And did you say, for Muslims I mere promises dispense?
Unjust laments at least should show some spark of commonsense.
Adal Hai Fatir-e-Hasti Ka Azal Se Dastoor
Muslim Aaeen Huwa Kafir Tau Mile Hoor-o-Qasoor
Eternal is the Law of God and Justice is its name,
Should infidels like Muslims live the meed shall be the same.
Tum Mein Hooron Ka Koi Chahne Wala Hi Nahin
Jalwa-e-Toor Tau Maujood Hai, Moosa Hi Nahin
Not a single one among you is longing for houris
The Effulgence of 'Tur' exists but there is no Moses
Manfa’at Aik Hai Is Qaum Ki, Nuqsan Bhi Aik
Ek Hi Sab Ka Nabi (S.A.W), Din Bhi, Iman Bhi Aik
Your nation’s weal, your nation’s woe, In common you all share,
Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;
Harm-e-Paak Bhi, Allah Bhi, Quran Bhi Aik,
Kuch Bari Baat Thi Hote Jo Musalmaan Bhi Aik!
And one your Kaʹba, One your God, and one your great Quran;
Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every Mussalman.
Firqa Bandi Hai Kahin, Aur Kahin Zaatain Hain
Kya Zamane Mein Panapne Ki Yehi Baatain Hain?
You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Kon Hai Taarik-e-Aaeen-e-Rasool-e-Mukhtar (S.A.W.)?
Maslihat Waqt Ki Hai Kis Ke Amal Ka Maayaar?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
Kis Ki Ankhon Mein Samaya Hai Sha’ar-e-Aghyar
Ho Gyi Kis Ki Nigah Tarz-e-Salaf Se Baizar?
To whom now other customs seem far nobler than their own?
By whom your great forefathers’ ways once followed, are forsworn?
Qalb Mein Souz Nahin, Rooh Mein Ehsas Nahin
Kuch Bhi Paigham-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Ka Tumhain Paas Nahin
Your hearts are now of longing void, Your souls now know no zeal,
You heed no more that message great which Ahmad (PBUH) did reveal.
Jaa Ke Hote Hain Masajid Mein Saf-Aara, Tau Ghareeb
Zehmat-e-Roza Jo Karte Hain Gawara, Tau Ghareeb
If worship’s echoes ring in mosques, It is the poor who pray;
If any fasting’s hardship bear, It is the poor, today;
Naam Leta Hai Agar Koi Hamara, Tau Ghareeb
Pardah Rakhta Hai Agar Koi Tumhara, Tau Ghareeb
It is the humble and the poor who still my name esteem,
Theirs is the word, theirs is the deed, Yours the shame they redeem.
Umra Nasha-e-Doulat Mein Hain Ghafil Hum Se
Zinda Hai Millat-e-Baiza Ghurba Ke Dam Se
The rich are drunk with wine of wealth, their God they hardly know,
It is because the poor yet live That wells of Faith still flow.
Waaiz-e-Qoum Ki Woh Pukhta Khayali Na Rahi
Barq Taba’ee Na Rahi, Shaola Maqali Na Rahi
That judgment ripe is no more theirs who play your preachers’ role,
Nor kindling accents from their lips, reveal the flaming soul.
Reh Gyi Rasm-e-Azan, Rooh-e-Bilali Na Rahi
Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi
Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal’s, soulfully;
Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali,
Masjidain Marsiya Khawan Hain Ke Namazi Na Rahe
Yani Woh Sahib-e-Ausaf-e-Hijazi Na Rahe
Untrod by praying feet, the mosques lament their emptiness,
For gone are those exemplars great of Arab godliness
Shor Hai Ho Gaye Dunya Se Musalman Nabood
Hum Ye Kehte Hain Ke The Bhi Kahin Muslim Maujood!
It is said: “ The Muslims quit this world, Their days are on the wane
The Muslims died out long ago; Such a lament is vain.
Waza Mein Tum Ho Nisara, Tau Tamaddun Mein Hanood,
Yeh Musalman Hain! Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood?
From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus;
How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews?
Yun To Syed Bhi Ho, Mirza Bhi Ho, Afghan Bhi Ho
Tum Sabhi Kuch Ho, Batao To Musalman Bhi Ho!
You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan;
But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman?
Dam-e-Taqreer Thi Muslim Ki Sadaqat Bebak
Adal Uss Ka Tha Qawi, Loos-e-Mara’at Se Pak
The Muslim was sincere of speech, of fear his voice was free;
Just, staunch, he scorned the slightest breath of partiality.
Shajar-e-Fitrat-e-Muslim Tha Haya Se Namnak
Tha Shujaat Mein Woh Ek Hasti-e-Fouq-Ul-Idraak
In nature, like a tree, kept fresh by modesty most rare,
Yet braver than the bravest he, intrepid past compare.
Khud Gudazi Nam-e-Kaifiat-e-Sehbayesh Bood
Khali Az Khawaish Shudan Soorat-e-Meenayesh Bood
Like wine, upon the drinker’s lips, his joy, in losing, lay;
As the cup pours its liquor out, he poured his ‘self’ away.
Har Musalman Rag-e-Batil Ke Liye Nashtar Tha
Uss Ke Aaeena-e-Hasti Mein Amal Jouhar Tha
What the knife is to cankerous growths, to all untruth was he,
His actions, in life’s mirror shone like light, vibratingly.
Jo Bharosa Tha Usse Quwwat-e-Bazoo Par Tha
Hai Tumhain Mout Ka Dar, Uss Ko Khuda Ka Dar Tha
If he was confident of aught, It was his right arm’s might,
He feared but God, while thoughts of death your craven souls affright.
Baap Ka Ilm Na Bete Ko Agar Azbar Ho
Phir Pisar Qabil-e-Miraas-e-Pidar Kyunkar Ho!
When sons, lacking their fathers’ worth, are neither skilled nor sage,
With what deserving can they claim their fathers’ heritage?
Har Koi Mast-e-Mai-e-Zauq-e-Tan Asani Hai,
Tum Musalman Ho? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai?
he love of ease, like fumes of wine makes sots of you today,
How dare you pass as Mussalmans? That is not Islam’s way?
Haidari Faqr Hai Ne Doulat-e-Usmani Hai
Tum Ko Aslaaf Se Kya Nisbat-e-Rohani Hai?
Nor Usman’s treasure‐chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,
With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
Woh Zamane Mein Mu’azzaz The Musalman Ho Kar
Aur Tum Khawar Huwe Taarik-e-Quran Ho Kar
The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,
You live disgraced, as having left the paths of Al‐Quran.
Tum Ho Apas Mein Ghazabnak, Woh Apas Mein Raheem
Tum Khatakaar-o-Khatabeen, Woh Khata Posh-o-Kareem
You roll the eye of mutual wrath, Their eye was ever kind;
You err, for errors look, while they were generously blind.
Chahte Sub Hain Ke Hon Auj-e-Surayya Pe Muqeem,
Pehle Waisa Koi Paida Tau Kare Qalb-e-Salim!
Aspiring for the Pleiades, How simple it all seems!
But let there first be hearts like theirs, To justify such dreams.
Takht-e-Faghfoor Bhi Un Ka Tha, Sareer-e-Ke Bhi
Yunhi Baatain Hain Ke Tum Mein Woh Hameeyyat Hai Bhi?
They reigned upon the Chinese throne, They wore the Persian crown:
Where is that honour that they knew—Words are your whole renown.
Khudkushi Shewa Tumhara, Woh Ghayoor-o-Khuddar
Tum Akhuwat Se Gurezan, Woh Akhuwat Pe Nisar
They fought for honour, self‐respect, Yours the self‐slayer’s knife,
You shun the ties of brotherhood, They cherished more than life.
Tum Ho Guftar Sarapa, Woh Sarapa Kirdar
Tum Taraste Ho Kali Ko, Woh Gulistan Bah Kinar
You can but weave the web of words, They did their deeds of might:
You pine after a bud: they basked In gardens flower‐bright.
Ab Talak Yaad Hai Qoumon Ko Hikayat Un Ki
Naqsh Hai Safah-e-Hasti Pe Sadaqat Un Ki
The world remembers still the tales which hymn their bravery,
And in their storied book of life shines their sincerity.
Misl-e-Anjum Ufaq-e-Qoum Pe Roshan Bhi Huwe
But-e-Hindi Ki Mohabbat Mein Barhman Bhi Huwe
Upon your nation’s sky you rose like stars of brilliant hue,
The lure of India’s idols made even Brahmans out of you;
Shauq-e-Parwaz Mein Mehjoor-e-Nasheman Bhi Huwe
Be-Amal The Hi Jawan, Deen-e-Se Badzan Bhi Huwe
Drawn by the wander‐lust, you went a‐roving ‘from your nests:
Slothful in good, your youth next learnt to doubt their faith’s behests;
In Ko Tehzeeb Ne Har Bande Se Azad Kiya
La Ke Kaabe Se Sanamkhane Mein Abad Kiya
‘Enlightenment’ ensnared you all, and all your ‘fetters’ fell,
The land of Kaʹba you forsook, In idol‐land to dwell!
Qais Zehmat Kash-e-Tanhai-e-Sehra Na Rahe
Shehr Ki Khaye Huwa, Bad Ye Pema Na Rahe!
If longing Qais roams no more, but seeks the town again,
Leaving the lonely desert wastes to share tile life 0f men,
Woh To Diwana Hai, Basti Mein Rahe Ya Na Rahe
Ye Zaroori Hai Hijab-e-Rukh-e-Laila Na Rahe!
Qais is mad: what if he dwells in town or wilderness?
Yet from him Layla must not veil her face in bashfulness!
Gila-e-Jor Na Ho, Shikwa-e-Baidad Na Ho
Ishq Azad Hai, Kyun Husn Bhi Azad Na Ho!
Complain ye not of heart unkind nor speak of tyranny!
When Love no bondage knows, then why should Beauty not be free?
Ehd-e-Nau Barq Hai, Aatish Zan-e-Har Khirman Hai
Ayman Is Se Koi Sehra No Koi Gulshan Hai
Each stack and barn it sets on fire, This lightning‐like New Age,
Nor bowling wild nor garden gay escapes its flaming rage;
Is Nayi Aag Ka Aqwam-e-Kuhan Indhan Hai
Millat-e-Khatam-e-Rusal (S.A.W.) Shaola Ba Perahan Hai
This new fire feeds on fuel old,—The nations of the past,
And they too burn to whom was sent God’s Messenger, the last.
Aaj Bhi Jo Baraheem (A.S.) Ka Imaan Paida
Aag Kar Sakti Hai Andaz-e-Gulistan Paida
But if the faith of Abraham there, once again, is born,
Where leaps this flame, flowers will bloom, and laugh its blaze to scorn.
Dekh Kar Rang-e-Chaman Ho Na Pareshan Mali
Koukab-e-Ghuncha Se Shakhain Hain Chamakne Wali
Yet, let the gardener not be sad to see the garden’s plight,
For soon its branches will be gay with buds, like stars of light;
Khas-o-Khashaak Se Hota Hai Gulistan Khali
Gul Bar Andaaz Hai Khoon-e-Shuhada Ki Laali
The withered leaves and weeds will pass, and all its sweepings old;
For there, again, will martyr‐blood in roses red unfold.
Rang Gardoon Ka Zara Dekh Tau Unnabi Hai
Yeh Nikalte Huwe Suraj Ki Ufaq Taabi Hai
But look! a hint of russet hue, Brightening the eastern skies,
The glow on yon horizon’s brow, Heralds a new sunrise.
Ummatain Gulshan-e-Hasti Mein Samar Cheeda Bhi Hain
Aur Mehroom-e-Samar Bhi Hain, Khazan Didah Bhi Hain
In Life’s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed,
While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed;
Saikron Nakhl Hain, Kaheeda Bhi, Baleeda Bhi Hain
Saikron Batan-e-Chaman Mein Abhi Poshida Bhi Hain
Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom,
And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden’s womb;
Nakhl-e-Islam Namoona Hai Bru-Mandi Ka
Phal Hai Ye Saikron Saalon Ki Chaman Bandi Ka
A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,
Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden‐tending pains.
Pak Hai Gard-e-Watan Se Sirr-e-Daman Tera
Tu Woh Yousaf Hai Ke Har Misr Hai Kinaan Tera
Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties,
That Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every Egypt lies;
Qafila Ho Na Sake Ga Kabhi Weeran Tera
Ghair Yak Bang-e-Dara Kuch Nahin Saman Tera
The qafila can ne’er disperse You holdest the starting bells9
Nothing else is needed, if your will Your onward march impels.
Nakhl-e-Shama Asti-o-Dar Shaola Dawad Resha-e-Tu
Aaqbat Soz Bawad Saya-e-Andesha-e-Tu
You candle‐tree! your wick‐like root, Its top with flame illumes,
Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes.
Tu Na Mit Jaye Ga Iran Ke Mit Jane Se
Nasha-e-Mai Ko Ta’aluq Nahin Pemane Se
And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
Hai Ayan Yorish-e-Tataar Ke Afsane Se
Pasban Mil Gaye Kaabe Ko Sanam Khane Se
It is proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaʹba brave defenders found in temple‐worshippers.
Kashti-e-Haq Ka Zamane Mein Sahara Tu Hai
Asr-e-Nau Raat Hai, Dhundla Sa Sitara Tu Hai
In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,
The new‐born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole‐star.
Hai Jo Hangama Bipa Yorish-e-Balghari Ka
Ghafilon Ke Liye Pegham Hai Baidari Ka
The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes;
The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The Balkan cauldron seethes.”
Tu Samajhta Hai Ye Saman Hai Dil Aazari Ka
Imtihan Hai Tere Isaar Ka, Khud-Dari Ka
You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified;
But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried.
Kyun Harasan Hai Saheel-e-Faras-e-Aada Se
Noor-e-Haq Bujh Na Sake Ga Nafs-e-Aada Se
Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright?
For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light.
Chashme-e-Aqwam Se Makhfi Hai Haqiqat Teri
Hai Abhi Mehfil-e-Hasti Ko Zaroorat Teri
Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth.
Zinda Rakhti Hai Zamane Ko Hararat Teri
Koukab-e-Qismat-e-Imkan Hai Khilafat Teri
If anything yet keeps world alive, ‘It is yours impetuous zeal,
And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape its weal.
Waqt-e-Fursat Hai Kahan, Kaam Abhi Baqi Hai
Noor-e-Touheed Ka Itmam Abhi Baqi Hai
This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun!
Misl-e-Bu Qaid Hai Ghunche Mein, Preshan Ho Ja
Rakht Bar Dosh Hawaye Chamanistan Ho Ja
You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free.
Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you..
Hai Tunk Maya To Zarre Se Byaban Ho Ja
Naghma-e-Mouj Se Hangama-e-Toofan Ho Ja!
From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert‐main.
From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane!
Quwwat-e-Ishq Se Har Past Ko Bala Kar De
Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De
Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
Ho Na Ye Phool To Bulbul Ka Tarannum Bhi Na Ho
Chaman-e-Dehr Mein Kaliyon Ka Tabassum Bhi Na Ho
If this fair flower blossom not, The bulbul will not sing,
Nor rose‐buds make the garden smile welcoming in the spring;
Ye Na Saqi Ho To Phir Mai Bhi Na Ho, Khum Bhi Na Ho
Bazm-e-Touheed Bhi Dunya Mein Na Ho, Tum Bhi Na Ho
If he is not the saki, then nor jar nor wine will be,
Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor your heart beat in you;
Khema Aflak Ka Istada Issi Naam Se Hai
Nabz-e-Hasti Tapish Aamadah Issi Naam Se Hai
Yonder ethereal skyey tent, This great name still sustains,
And dancing to its music, flows the blood in Life’s own veins.
Dasht Mein, Daman-e-Kuhsar Mein, Maidan Mein Hai
Behr Mein, Mouj Ki Aghosh Mein, Toofan Mein Hai
It is in the forests and the hills, And on the tranquil plains,
On the seas, in the arms of waves, In roar of hurricanes;
Cheen Ke Shehr, Maraqash Ke Byaban Mein Hai
Aur Poshida Musalman Ke Iman Mein Hai
A music heard in China’s towns, Morocco’s desert‐song,
And hid within each Muslim’s heart, It makes his faith grow strong.
Chashm-e-Aqwam Ye Nazara Abad Tak Dekhe
Riffat-e-Shan-e-‘Rafaana La Ka Zikrak’ Dekhe
Let all the peoples of the world see till the end of time,
How I have made this glorious name beyond all thought sublime!
Mardam-e-Chashm-e-Zameen Yani Woh Kali Dunya
Woh Tumhare Shuhada Palne Wali Dunya
That pupil of the eye of Earth, Soil only dark men tread,
That region where have always been your martyrs born and bred,
Garmi-e-Mehr Ki Parwarda Hilali Dunya
Ishq Wale Jise Kehte Hain Bilali Dunya
That land upon the hot sun’s lap, That land of al‐hilal,
Which lovers fondly love to call The land of their Bilal,‐‐
Tapish Andoz Hai Iss Naam Se Paare Ki Tarah
Ghouta Zan Noor Mein Hai Aankh Ke Tare Ki Tarah
Is all a‐quiver with this Name, Like trembling mercury,
Like pupils dark, in pools of light, It swims perpetually!
Aqal Hai Teri Sipar, Ishq Hai Shamsheer Teri
Mere Darvaish! Khilafat Hai Jahangeer Teri
Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! do you not know that all the world is yours?
Ma Siwa Allah Ke Liye Aag Hai Takbeer Teri
Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri
All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great;
If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.
Ki Muhammed (S.A.W.) Se Wafa Tu Ne Tau Hum Tere Hain
Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain
To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me;
The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.
Also Describe in Video with the voice of Tina Sani.
Wo moaziz the zamaane mein Musalman ho kar (Video)
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(Bang-e-Dra-120) Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint
THE ANSWER TO THE COMPLAINT
Stanza (1)
Par Nahin, Taaqat-e-Parwaaz Magar Rakhti Hai
When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to lyres,
Some magic wings man’s music then, his song with soul inspires;
Khaak Se Uthti Hai, Gardoon Pe Guzar Rakhti Hai
Man’s words are sacred then, they soar, The ears of heaven they seek,
From dust those mortal accents rise, Immortals hear them speak;
Aasman Cheer Gaya Nala-e-Bebaak Mera
So wild and wayward was my Love, such tumult raised its sighs,
Before its daring swiftly fell the ramparts of the skies.
Stanza (2)
Bole Sayyaare, Sar-e-Arsh-e-Bareen Hai Koi!
The skies exclaimed in wonderment, “Some one is hiding here,”
The wheeling Planets paused to say, “Seek on the highest sphere.”
Kehkashaan Kehti Thi, Poshida Yahin Hai Koi!
The silver Moon said, “You are wrong, Some mortal it must be,”
The Milky Way too joined converse, “Here in our midst is he.’’
Mujhe Jannat Se Nikala Huwa Insan Samjha
Rizwan alone, my plaintive voice began to recognise,
He knew me for a human who had lost his Paradise.
Stanza (3)
Arsh Walon Pe Bhi Khulta Nahin Yeh Raaz Hai Kya!
And even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange,
Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range.
Aa Gyi Khak Ki Chutki Ko Bhi Parwaaz Hai Kya?
They said, “Can Man now roving come and reach these regions high?
That tiny speck of mortal clay, has it now learnt to fly?
Shokh-o-Gustakh Yeh Pasti Ke Makeen Kaise Hain!
How little do these beings of earth the laws of conduct know;
How coarse and insolent they are, these men who live below.
Stanza (4)
Tha Jo Masjood-e-Malaeek Yeh Wohi Aadam Hai?
So great their insolence indeed, they dare even God upbraid!
Is this the Man to whom their bow the Angels once had made?
Haan, Magar Ijz Ke Asrar Se Namehram Hai
Of Quality and Quantity He knows the secrets, true—
The ways of humbleness as well If he a little knew!
Baat Karne Ka Saliqa Nahin Nadanon Ko!
That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be,
Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.”
Stanza (5)
Ashk-e-Betaab Se Labraiz Hai Paimana Tera
Then spake a Voice Compassionate: “Your tale enkindles pain,
Your cup is brimming full with tears which you could not contain
Kis Qadar Shokh Zuban Hai Dil-e-Diwana Tera
Even High Heaven itself is moved by these impassioned cries;
How wild the heart which taught your lips such savage melodies!
Hum Sukhan Kar Diya Bandon Ko Khuda Se Tu Ne
Its grace yet makes this song of yours a song of eulogy;
A bridge of converse you have formed ‘Twixt mortal man and Me!
Stanza (6)
Rah Dikhlaen Kise Rahraw-e-Manzil Hi Nahin
Behold, my hands arc full of gifts, but who comes seeking here?
And how shall I the right road shew when there’s no traveller?
Jis Se Taamir Ho Aadam Ki Yeh Woh Gil Hi Nahin
My loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few!
Not this the clay from which I can an Adam’s shape renew!
Dhoondne Walon Ko Dunya Bhi Nai Dete Hain!
On him who merits well I set the brightest diadem,
And those who truly questing come, a new world waits for them.
Stanza (7)
Ummati Baais-e-Ruswai-e-Paighamber (S.A.W) Hain
Apostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,
You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;
Tha Braheem Pidar, Aur Pisar Aazar Hain
Those idol‐breakers all have gone, You idolaters are,
Abraham was the father, you His sons, are but Azar;
Harm-e-Kaaba Naya, But Bhi Naye, Tum Bhi Naye
Now stranger bands carousal hold, Strange are both cup and wine,
A strange new Kaʹba you have reared, Strange idols oh its shrine!
Stanza (8)
Nazish-e-Mousam-e-Gul Lala-e-Sahrai Tha!
The tulip of the wilds once reigned the queen of blossom‐time:
In this once lay the quintessence of loveliness sublime.
Kabhi Mehboob Tumhara Yehi Harjai Tha
Once every true‐born Mussalman by Allah set his store,
This fickle‐hearted courtesan even you did once adore!
Millat-e-Ahmad (S.A.W.) Ko Maqami Kar Lo!
Go, seek some constant mistress now, to her a new bond sign,
Muhammad’s universal creed to narrow bounds confine!
Stanza (9)
Hum Se Kab Pyar Hai! Haan Neend Tumhain Pyari Hai
To pray to me at break of day You now an ordeal deem,
Your morning slumber sweeter far— Yet you would faithful seem!
Tumhi Keh Do, Yehi Aaeen-e-Wafadari Hai?
The hardships of the fast oppress your natures—now grown free;
Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me!
Jazb-e-Baham Jo Nahin, Mehfil-e-Anjum Bhi Nahin
Unto a nation faith is life, You lost your faith and fell,
When gravitation fails, must cease concourse celestial.
Stanza (10)
Nahin Jis Qoum Ko Parwaye Nasheman, Tum Ho
You love your homes the least among the nations of the earth,
You are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth;
Baich Khate Hain Jo Aslaaf Ke Madfan, Tum Ho
You are a barn where lightning stays, where ruin idle lies,
Ancestral coffins long entombed your only merchandise;
Kya Na Baicho Ge Jo Mil Jaen Sanam Pathar Ke
In turning graves to profit, you have proved yourselves adept;
Should idol‐trading offer gain of course you would accept.
Stanza (11)
Nau-e-Insan Ko Ghulami Se Chhuraya Kis Ne?
Whose striving, from this world of mine, Its falsehoods did efface?
Whose toil, from age‐old ignorance set free the human race?
Mere Quran Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Kis Ne?
And whose the brows whose worship filled My Kaʹba’s hallowed shrine?
Or whose the breasts which fondly held My ‘Glorious Book Divine’?
Hath Par Hath Dhare Muntazir-e-Farda Ho!
These were your great progenitors; You lack their brain and brawn;
You sit and wait in slothful ease for every morrow’s dawn.
Stanza (12)
Shikwa Be-Ja Bhi Kare Koi Tau Lazim Hai Shaoor!
And did you say, for Muslims I mere promises dispense?
Unjust laments at least should show some spark of commonsense.
Muslim Aaeen Huwa Kafir Tau Mile Hoor-o-Qasoor
Eternal is the Law of God and Justice is its name,
Should infidels like Muslims live the meed shall be the same.
Jalwa-e-Toor Tau Maujood Hai, Moosa Hi Nahin
Not a single one among you is longing for houris
The Effulgence of 'Tur' exists but there is no Moses
Stanza (13)
Ek Hi Sab Ka Nabi (S.A.W), Din Bhi, Iman Bhi Aik
Your nation’s weal, your nation’s woe, In common you all share,
Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;
Kuch Bari Baat Thi Hote Jo Musalmaan Bhi Aik!
And one your Kaʹba, One your God, and one your great Quran;
Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every Mussalman.
Kya Zamane Mein Panapne Ki Yehi Baatain Hain?
You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Stanza (14)
Maslihat Waqt Ki Hai Kis Ke Amal Ka Maayaar?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down As servers of the time?
Ho Gyi Kis Ki Nigah Tarz-e-Salaf Se Baizar?
To whom now other customs seem far nobler than their own?
By whom your great forefathers’ ways once followed, are forsworn?
Kuch Bhi Paigham-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Ka Tumhain Paas Nahin
Your hearts are now of longing void, Your souls now know no zeal,
You heed no more that message great which Ahmad (PBUH) did reveal.
Stanza (15)
Zehmat-e-Roza Jo Karte Hain Gawara, Tau Ghareeb
If worship’s echoes ring in mosques, It is the poor who pray;
If any fasting’s hardship bear, It is the poor, today;
Pardah Rakhta Hai Agar Koi Tumhara, Tau Ghareeb
It is the humble and the poor who still my name esteem,
Theirs is the word, theirs is the deed, Yours the shame they redeem.
Zinda Hai Millat-e-Baiza Ghurba Ke Dam Se
The rich are drunk with wine of wealth, their God they hardly know,
It is because the poor yet live That wells of Faith still flow.
Stanza (16)
Barq Taba’ee Na Rahi, Shaola Maqali Na Rahi
That judgment ripe is no more theirs who play your preachers’ role,
Nor kindling accents from their lips, reveal the flaming soul.
Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi
Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal’s, soulfully;
Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali,
Masjidain Marsiya Khawan Hain Ke Namazi Na Rahe
Yani Woh Sahib-e-Ausaf-e-Hijazi Na Rahe
Untrod by praying feet, the mosques lament their emptiness,
For gone are those exemplars great of Arab godliness
Stanza (17)
Hum Ye Kehte Hain Ke The Bhi Kahin Muslim Maujood!
It is said: “ The Muslims quit this world, Their days are on the wane
The Muslims died out long ago; Such a lament is vain.
Yeh Musalman Hain! Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood?
From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus;
How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews?
Tum Sabhi Kuch Ho, Batao To Musalman Bhi Ho!
You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan;
But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman?
Stanza (18)
Adal Uss Ka Tha Qawi, Loos-e-Mara’at Se Pak
The Muslim was sincere of speech, of fear his voice was free;
Just, staunch, he scorned the slightest breath of partiality.
Tha Shujaat Mein Woh Ek Hasti-e-Fouq-Ul-Idraak
In nature, like a tree, kept fresh by modesty most rare,
Yet braver than the bravest he, intrepid past compare.
Khali Az Khawaish Shudan Soorat-e-Meenayesh Bood
Like wine, upon the drinker’s lips, his joy, in losing, lay;
As the cup pours its liquor out, he poured his ‘self’ away.
Stanza (19)
Uss Ke Aaeena-e-Hasti Mein Amal Jouhar Tha
What the knife is to cankerous growths, to all untruth was he,
His actions, in life’s mirror shone like light, vibratingly.
Hai Tumhain Mout Ka Dar, Uss Ko Khuda Ka Dar Tha
If he was confident of aught, It was his right arm’s might,
He feared but God, while thoughts of death your craven souls affright.
Phir Pisar Qabil-e-Miraas-e-Pidar Kyunkar Ho!
When sons, lacking their fathers’ worth, are neither skilled nor sage,
With what deserving can they claim their fathers’ heritage?
Stanza (20)
Tum Musalman Ho? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai?
he love of ease, like fumes of wine makes sots of you today,
How dare you pass as Mussalmans? That is not Islam’s way?
Tum Ko Aslaaf Se Kya Nisbat-e-Rohani Hai?
Nor Usman’s treasure‐chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,
With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?
Aur Tum Khawar Huwe Taarik-e-Quran Ho Kar
The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,
You live disgraced, as having left the paths of Al‐Quran.
Stanza (21)
Tum Khatakaar-o-Khatabeen, Woh Khata Posh-o-Kareem
You roll the eye of mutual wrath, Their eye was ever kind;
You err, for errors look, while they were generously blind.
Pehle Waisa Koi Paida Tau Kare Qalb-e-Salim!
Aspiring for the Pleiades, How simple it all seems!
But let there first be hearts like theirs, To justify such dreams.
Yunhi Baatain Hain Ke Tum Mein Woh Hameeyyat Hai Bhi?
They reigned upon the Chinese throne, They wore the Persian crown:
Where is that honour that they knew—Words are your whole renown.
Stanza (22)
Tum Akhuwat Se Gurezan, Woh Akhuwat Pe Nisar
They fought for honour, self‐respect, Yours the self‐slayer’s knife,
You shun the ties of brotherhood, They cherished more than life.
Tum Taraste Ho Kali Ko, Woh Gulistan Bah Kinar
You can but weave the web of words, They did their deeds of might:
You pine after a bud: they basked In gardens flower‐bright.
Naqsh Hai Safah-e-Hasti Pe Sadaqat Un Ki
The world remembers still the tales which hymn their bravery,
And in their storied book of life shines their sincerity.
Stanza (23)
But-e-Hindi Ki Mohabbat Mein Barhman Bhi Huwe
Upon your nation’s sky you rose like stars of brilliant hue,
The lure of India’s idols made even Brahmans out of you;
Be-Amal The Hi Jawan, Deen-e-Se Badzan Bhi Huwe
Drawn by the wander‐lust, you went a‐roving ‘from your nests:
Slothful in good, your youth next learnt to doubt their faith’s behests;
La Ke Kaabe Se Sanamkhane Mein Abad Kiya
‘Enlightenment’ ensnared you all, and all your ‘fetters’ fell,
The land of Kaʹba you forsook, In idol‐land to dwell!
Stanza (24)
Shehr Ki Khaye Huwa, Bad Ye Pema Na Rahe!
If longing Qais roams no more, but seeks the town again,
Leaving the lonely desert wastes to share tile life 0f men,
Ye Zaroori Hai Hijab-e-Rukh-e-Laila Na Rahe!
Qais is mad: what if he dwells in town or wilderness?
Yet from him Layla must not veil her face in bashfulness!
Ishq Azad Hai, Kyun Husn Bhi Azad Na Ho!
Complain ye not of heart unkind nor speak of tyranny!
When Love no bondage knows, then why should Beauty not be free?
Stanza (25)
Ayman Is Se Koi Sehra No Koi Gulshan Hai
Each stack and barn it sets on fire, This lightning‐like New Age,
Nor bowling wild nor garden gay escapes its flaming rage;
Millat-e-Khatam-e-Rusal (S.A.W.) Shaola Ba Perahan Hai
This new fire feeds on fuel old,—The nations of the past,
And they too burn to whom was sent God’s Messenger, the last.
Aag Kar Sakti Hai Andaz-e-Gulistan Paida
But if the faith of Abraham there, once again, is born,
Where leaps this flame, flowers will bloom, and laugh its blaze to scorn.
Stanza (26)
Koukab-e-Ghuncha Se Shakhain Hain Chamakne Wali
Yet, let the gardener not be sad to see the garden’s plight,
For soon its branches will be gay with buds, like stars of light;
Gul Bar Andaaz Hai Khoon-e-Shuhada Ki Laali
The withered leaves and weeds will pass, and all its sweepings old;
For there, again, will martyr‐blood in roses red unfold.
Yeh Nikalte Huwe Suraj Ki Ufaq Taabi Hai
But look! a hint of russet hue, Brightening the eastern skies,
The glow on yon horizon’s brow, Heralds a new sunrise.
Stanza (27)
Aur Mehroom-e-Samar Bhi Hain, Khazan Didah Bhi Hain
In Life’s old garden nations lived who all its fruits enjoyed,
While others longed in vain, while some the winter blasts destroyed;
Saikron Batan-e-Chaman Mein Abhi Poshida Bhi Hain
Its trees are legion; some decay, While others flush with bloom,
And thousands still their birth await, Hid in the garden’s womb;
Phal Hai Ye Saikron Saalon Ki Chaman Bandi Ka
A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,
Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden‐tending pains.
Stanza (28)
Pak Hai Gard-e-Watan Se Sirr-e-Daman Tera
Tu Woh Yousaf Hai Ke Har Misr Hai Kinaan Tera
Your robe is free from dust of home, Not yours such narrow ties,
That Yousuf you, who Canaan sweet, In every Egypt lies;
Ghair Yak Bang-e-Dara Kuch Nahin Saman Tera
The qafila can ne’er disperse You holdest the starting bells9
Nothing else is needed, if your will Your onward march impels.
Aaqbat Soz Bawad Saya-e-Andesha-e-Tu
You candle‐tree! your wick‐like root, Its top with flame illumes,
Your thought is fire, its very breath all future care consumes.
Stanza (29)
Nasha-e-Mai Ko Ta’aluq Nahin Pemane Se
And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;
Pasban Mil Gaye Kaabe Ko Sanam Khane Se
It is proved to all the world, from tales of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaʹba brave defenders found in temple‐worshippers.
Asr-e-Nau Raat Hai, Dhundla Sa Sitara Tu Hai
In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,
The new‐born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole‐star.
Stanza (30)
Ghafilon Ke Liye Pegham Hai Baidari Ka
The Bulgars march! the fiend of war in fearful fury breathes;
The message comes: “Sleepers, awake! The Balkan cauldron seethes.”
Imtihan Hai Tere Isaar Ka, Khud-Dari Ka
You deem this a cause of grief,Your heart is mortified;
But no, your pride, your sacrifice, Thus, once again, are tried.
Noor-e-Haq Bujh Na Sake Ga Nafs-e-Aada Se
Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright?
For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light.
Stanza (31)
Hai Abhi Mehfil-e-Hasti Ko Zaroorat Teri
Not yet have other nations seen what you are truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of you for perfecting this earth.
Koukab-e-Qismat-e-Imkan Hai Khilafat Teri
If anything yet keeps world alive, ‘It is yours impetuous zeal,
And you will rise its ruling star, And you will shape its weal.
Noor-e-Touheed Ka Itmam Abhi Baqi Hai
This is no time for idle rest, Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs your touch to make it shame the sun!
Stanza (32)
Rakht Bar Dosh Hawaye Chamanistan Ho Ja
You are like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse yourself: be free.
Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of you..
Naghma-e-Mouj Se Hangama-e-Toofan Ho Ja!
From dusty speck, do you increase to trackless desert‐main.
From a faint breeze, a tempest grow, Become a hurricane!
Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De
Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.
Stanza (33)
Chaman-e-Dehr Mein Kaliyon Ka Tabassum Bhi Na Ho
If this fair flower blossom not, The bulbul will not sing,
Nor rose‐buds make the garden smile welcoming in the spring;
Bazm-e-Touheed Bhi Dunya Mein Na Ho, Tum Bhi Na Ho
If he is not the saki, then nor jar nor wine will be,
Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor your heart beat in you;
Nabz-e-Hasti Tapish Aamadah Issi Naam Se Hai
Yonder ethereal skyey tent, This great name still sustains,
And dancing to its music, flows the blood in Life’s own veins.
Stanza (34)
Behr Mein, Mouj Ki Aghosh Mein, Toofan Mein Hai
It is in the forests and the hills, And on the tranquil plains,
On the seas, in the arms of waves, In roar of hurricanes;
Aur Poshida Musalman Ke Iman Mein Hai
A music heard in China’s towns, Morocco’s desert‐song,
And hid within each Muslim’s heart, It makes his faith grow strong.
Riffat-e-Shan-e-‘Rafaana La Ka Zikrak’ Dekhe
Let all the peoples of the world see till the end of time,
How I have made this glorious name beyond all thought sublime!
Stanza (35)
Woh Tumhare Shuhada Palne Wali Dunya
That pupil of the eye of Earth, Soil only dark men tread,
That region where have always been your martyrs born and bred,
Ishq Wale Jise Kehte Hain Bilali Dunya
That land upon the hot sun’s lap, That land of al‐hilal,
Which lovers fondly love to call The land of their Bilal,‐‐
Ghouta Zan Noor Mein Hai Aankh Ke Tare Ki Tarah
Is all a‐quiver with this Name, Like trembling mercury,
Like pupils dark, in pools of light, It swims perpetually!
Stanza (36)
Mere Darvaish! Khilafat Hai Jahangeer Teri
Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! do you not know that all the world is yours?
Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri
All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great;
If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.
Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain
To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me;
The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.
دل سے جو بات نکلتی ہے اثر رکھتی ہے
پر نہیں ، طاقتِ پرواز مگر رکھتی ہے
قدسی الاصل ہے، رفعت پہ نظر رکھتی ہے
خاک سے اُٹھتی ہے ، گردُوں پہ گذر رکھتی ہے
عشق تھا فتنہ گر و سرکش و چالاک مرا
آسماں چیرگیا نالہء فریاد مرا
پیر گردُوں نے کہا سُن کے ، کہیں ہے کوئی
بولے سیارے ، سرِ عرشِ بریں ہے کوئی
چاند کہتا تھا ، نہیں اہلِ زمیں ہے کوئی
کہکشاں کہتی تھی پوشیدہ یہیں ہے کوئی
کُچھ جو سمجھا مرے شکوے کو تو رضواں سمجھا
مجھے جنت سے نکالا ہوا انساں سمجھا
تھی فرشتوں کو بھی حیرت کہ یہ آواز ہے کیا
عرش والوں پہ بھی کھلتا نہیں یہ راز ہے کیا
تا سرِ عرش بھی انساں کی تگ و تاز ہے کیا ؟
آگئی خاک کی چُٹکی کو بھی پرواز ہے کیا ؟
غافل آداب سے سُکانِ زمیں کیسے ہیں
شوخ و گُستاخ یہ پستی کے مکیں کیسے ہیں
اس قدر شوخ کہ اللہ سے بھی برہم ہے
تھا جو مسجودِ ملائک یہ وہی آدم ہے ؟
عالمِ کیف ہے دانائے رموزِکم ہے
ہاں ، مگر عجز کے اسرار سے نا محرم ہے
ناز ہے طاقتِ گُفتار پہ انسانوں کو
بات کرنے کا سلیقہ نہیں نادانوں کو
آئی آواز غم انگیز ہے افسانہ ترا
اشکِ بیتاب سے لبریز ہے پیمانہ ترا
آسماں گیر ہوا نعرہء مستانہ ترا
کس قدر شوخ زباں ہے دلِ دیوانہ ترا
شکر شکوے کو کیا حُسنِ ادا سے تُو نے
ہم سُخن کر دیا بندوں کو خدا سے تُو نے
ہم تو مائل بہ کرم ہیں کوئی سائل ہی نہیں
راہ دکھلائیں کسے؟ رہروِ منزل ہی نہیں
تربیت عام تو ہے ، جوہرِ قابل ہی نہیں
جس سے تعمیر ہو آدم کی ، یہ وہ گِل ہی نہیں
کوئی قابل ہو تو ہم شان کئی دیتے ہیں
ڈُھونڈنے والوں کو دُنیا بھی نئی دیتے ہیں
ہاتھ بے زور ہیں ، الحاد سے دل خُوگر ہیں
اُمتی باعثِ رسوائی پیغمبر ہیں
بُت شکن اُٹھ گئے ، باقی جو رہے بُت گر ہیں
تھا براہیم پدر اور پسر آذر ہیں
بادہ آشام نئے ، بادہ نیا ، خم بھی نئے
حرمِ کعبہ نیا ، بُت بھی نئے ، تم بھی نئے
وہ بھی دِن تھے کہ یہی مایہء رعنائی تھا
نازشِ موسمِ گُل ، لالہء صحرائی تھا
جو مُسلمان تھا اللہ کا سَودائی تھا
کبھی محبُوب تمہارا یہی ہرجائی تھا
کسی یکجائی سے اَب عہدِ غُلامی کر لو
ملتِ احمدِ مُرسل کو مقامی کر لو
کِس قدر تُم پہ گراں صُبح کی بیداری ہے
ہم سے کب پیار ہے ؟ ہاں نیند تُمہیں پیاری ہے
طبع آذاد پہ قیدِ رمضاں بھاری ہے
تمہیں کہہ دو یہی آئینِ وفا داری ہے ؟
قوم مذہب سے ہے ، مذہب جو نہیں تم بھی نہیں
جذبِ باہم جو نہیں ، محفلِ انجم بھی نہیں
جن کو آتا نہیں دُنیا میں کوئی فن ، تُم ہو
نہیں جس قوم کو پروائے نشیمن ، تُم ہو
بِجلیاں جِس میں ہوں آسُودہ وہ خرمن ، تُم ہو
بیچ کھاتے ہیں جو اسلاف کے مدفن ، تُم ہو
ہو نکو نام جو قبروں کی تجارت کر کے
کیا نہ بیچو گے جو مل جائیں صنم پتھر کے ؟
صفحہء دہر سے باطل کو مٹایا کس نے ؟
نوعِ انساں کو غلامی سے چُھڑایا کس نے ؟
میرے کعبے کو جبینوں سے بسایا کس نے ؟
میرے قرآن کو سینوں سے لگایا کس نے ؟
تھے تو آباء وہ تمہارے ہی ، مگر تم کیا ہو ؟
ہاتھ پر ہاتھ دھرے منتظرِ فردا ہو
کیا گیا ؟ بہرِ مُسلماں ہے فقط وعدہء حُور
شکوہ بیجا بھی کرے کوئی تو لازم ہے شعور
عدل ہے فاطرِ ھستی کا اَزل سے دستور
مُسلم آئیں ہوا کافر تو ملے حُور و قصور
تُم میں حُوروں کا کوئی چاہنے والا ہی نہیں
جلوہء طُور تو موجُود ہے مُوسٰی ہی نہیں
منفعت ایک ہے اِس قوم کی ، نقصان بھی ایک
ایک ہی سب کا نبی ، دین بھی ، ایمان بھی ایک
حرمِ پاک بھی ، اللہ بھی ، قُرآن بھی ایک
کچھ بڑی بات تھی ہوتے جو مُسلمان بھی ایک؟
فرقہ بندی ہے کہیں ، اور کہیں ذاتیں ہیں
کیا زمانے میں پنپنے کی یہی باتیں ہیں ؟
کون ہے تارک آئینِ رسول مختار؟
مصلحت وقت کی ہے کس کے عمل کا معیار؟
کس کی آنکھوں میں سمایا ہے شعارِ اغیار؟
ہو گئی کس کی نگہ طرزِ سلف سے بیزار؟
قلب میں سوز نہیں، روح میں احساس نہیں
کچھ بھی پیغام محمد (ص) کا تمہیں پاس نہیں
جا کے ہوتے ہیں مساجد میں صف آراء تو غریب
زحمتِ روزہ جو کرتے ہیں گوارا، تو غریب
نام لیتا ہے اگر کوئی ہمارا، تو غریب
پردہ رکھتا ہے اگر کوئی تمہارا، تو غریب
امراء نشۂ دولت میں ہیں غافل ہم سے
زندہ ہے ملت بیضا غربا کے دم سے
واعظ قوم کی وہ پختہ خیالی نہ رہی
برق طبعی نہ رہی، شعلہ مقالی نہ رہی
رہ گئی رسم اذان روح ہلالی نہ رہی
فلسفہ رہ گیا، تلقین غزالی نہ رہی
مسجدیں مرثیہ خوان ہیں کہ نمازی نہ رہے
یعنی وہ صاحب اوصاف حجازی نہ رہے
شور ہے، ہو گئے دنیا سے مسلماں نابود
ہم یہ کہتے ہیں کہ تھے بھی کہیں مسلم موجود
وضع میں تم ہو نصاریٰ تو تمدن میں ہنود
یہ مسلماں ہیں! جنہیں دیکھ کر شرمائیں یہود
یوں تو سید بھی ہو، مرزا بھی ہو، افغان بھی ہو
تم سبھی کچھ ہو، بتاؤ مسلمان بھی ہو
دم تقریر تھی مسلم کی صداقت بے باک
عدل اس کا تھا قوی، لوث مراعات سے پاک
شجر فطرت مسلم تھا حیا سے نم ناک
تھا شجاعت میں وہ اک ہستی فوق الادراک
خود گدازی نم کیفیت صہبایش بود
خالی از خویش شدن صورت مینایش بود
ہر مسلماں رگِ باطل کے لیے نشتر تھا
اس کے آئینۂِ ہستی میں عملِ جوہر تھا
جو بھروسا تھا اسے قوت بازو پر تھا
ہے تمہیں موت کا ڈر، اس کو خدا کا ڈر تھا
باپ کا علم نہ بیٹے کو اگر ازبر ہو
پھر پسر قابل میراث پدر کیونکر ہو
ہر کوئی مست مۓ ذوق تن آسانی ہے
تم مسلماں ہو! یہ انداز مسلمانی ہے؟
حیدری فقر ہے نہ دولت عثمانی ہے
تم کو اسلاف سے کیا نسبت روحانی ہے؟
وہ زمانے میں معزز تھے مسلماں ہو کر
اور تم خوار ہوئے تارک قرآں ہو کر
تم ہو آپس میں غضبناک، وہ آپس میں رحیم
تم خطاکار و خطابیں، وہ خطا پوش و کریم
چاہتے سب ہیں کہ ہوں اوج ثریا پہ مقیم
پہلے ویسا کوئی پیدا تو کرے قلب سلیم
تخت فغور بھی ان کا تھا، سریر کے بھی
یونہی باتیں ہیں کہ تم میں وہ حمیت ہے بھی؟
خود کشی شیوہ تمہارا، وہ غیور و خوددار
تم اخوت سے گریزاں، وہ اخوت پہ نثار
تم ہو گفتار سراپا، وہ سراپا کردار
تم ترستے ہو کلی کو، وہ گلستاں بہ کنار
اب تلک یاد ہے قوموں کو حکایت ان کی
نقش ہے صفحۂ ہستی پہ صداقت ان کی
مثل انجم افق قوم پہ روشن بھی ہوئے
بت ہندی کی محبت میں برہمن بھی ہوئے
شوق پرواز میں مہجور نشیمن بھی ہوئے
بے عمل تھے ہی جواں، دین سے بدظن بھی ہوئے
ان کو تہذیب نے ہر بند سے آزاد کیا
لا کے کعبے سے صنم خانے میں آباد کیا
قیس زحمت کش تنہائی صحرا نہ رہے
شہر کی کھائے ہوا، بادیہ پیمانہ نہ رہے
وہ تو دیوانہ ہے، بستی میں رہے یا نہ رہے
یہ ضروری ہے حجاب رُخ لیلا نہ رہے
گلہ جور نہ ہو، شکوۂ بیداد نہ ہو
عشق آزاد ہے، کیوں حسن بھی آزاد نہ ہو
عہد نو برق ہے، آتش زن ہرخرمن ہے
ایمن اس سے کوئی صحرا نہ کوئی گلشن ہے
اس نئی آگ کا اقوام کہیں ایندھن ہے
ملت ختم رسل شعلہ بہ پیراہن ہے
آج بھی ہو جو براہیم کا ایماں پیدا
آگ کر سکتی ہے انداز گلستاں پیدا
دیکھ کر رنگ چمن ہو نہ پریشاں مالی
کوکب غنچہ سے شاخیں ہیں چمکنے والی
خس و خاشاک سے ہوتا ہے گلستاں خالی
گل بر انداز ہے خون شہداء کی لالی
رنگ گردوں کا ذرا دیکھ تو عنابی ہے
یہ نکلتے ہوئے سورج کی افق تابی ہے
امتیں گلشنِ ہستی میں ثمر چیدہ بھی ہیں
اور محروم ثمر بھی ہیں، خزاں دیدہ بھی ہیں
سینکڑوں نخل ہیں ، کاہیدہ بھی ، بالیدہ بھی ہیں
سینکڑوں بطنِ چمن میں ابھی پوشیدہ بھی ہیں
نخلِ اسلام نمونہ ہے بردمندی کا
پھل ہے یہ سینکڑوں صدیوں کی چمن بندی کا
پاک ہے گرد وطن سے سرِ داماں تیرا
تو وہ یوسف ہے کہ ہر مصر ہے کنعاں تیرا
قافلہ ہو نہ سکے گا کبھی ویراں تیرا
غیر یک بانگ درا کچھ نہیں ساماں تیرا
نخل شمع استی و در شعلہ ریشۂ تو
عاقبت سوز بود سایۂ اندیشۂ تو
تو نہ مٹ جائے گا ایران کے مٹ جانے سے
نشۂ مے کو تعلق نہیں پیمانے سے
ہے عیاں یورش تاتار کے افسانے سے
پاسباں مل گئے کعبے کو صنم خانے سے
کشتی حق کا زمانے میں سہارا تو ہے
عصر نو رات ہے، دھندلا سا تارا تو ہے
ہے جو ہنگامۂ بپا یورش بلغاری کا
غافلوں کے لیے پیغام ہے بیداری کا
تو سمجھتا ہے یہ ساماں ہے دل آزاری کا
امتحاں ہے ترے ایثار کا، خود داری کا
کیوں ہراساں ہے صہیل فرس اعدا سے
نور حق بجھ نہ سکے گا نفس اعدا سے
چشم اقوام سے مخفی ہے حقیقت تیری
ہے ابھی محفل ہستی کو ضرورت تیری
زندہ رکھتی ہے زمانے کو حرارت تیری
کوکب قسمت امکاں ہے خلافت تیری
وقت فرصت ہے کہاں، کام ابھی باقی ہے
نور توحید کا اتمام ابھی باقی ہے
مثل بو قید ہے غنچے میں، پریشاں ہو جا
رخت بردوش ہوائے چمنستاں ہو جا
ہے تنک مایہ تو ذرے سے بیاباں ہو جا
نغمۂ موج سے ہنگامۂِ طوفاں ہو جا!
قوت عشق سے ہر پست کو بالا کر دے
دہر میں اسم محمد سے اجالا کر دے
ہو نہ یہ پھول تو بلبل کا ترنم بھی نہ ہو
چمن دہر میں کلیوں کا تبسم بھی نہ ہو
یہ نہ ساقی ہو تو پھر مے بھی نہ ہو، خم بھی نہ ہو
بزم توحید بھی دنیا میں نہ ہو، تم بھی نہ ہو
خیمہ افلاک کا استادہ اسی نام سے ہے
نبض ہستی تپش آمادہ اسی نام سے ہے
دشت میں، دامن کہسار میں، میدان میں ہے
بحر میں، موج کی آغوش میں، طوفان میں ہے
چین کے شہر، مراکش کے بیاباں میں ہے
اور پوشیدہ مسلماں کے ایمان میں ہے
چشم اقوام یہ نظارہ ابد تک دیکھے
رفعت شان رَفعَنَا لَکَ ذِکرَک دیکھے
مردم چشم زمین یعنی وہ کالی دنیا
وہ تمہارے شہداء پالنے والی دنیا
گرمی مہر کی پروردہ ہلالی دنیا
عشق والے جسے کہتے ہیں بلالی دنیا
تپش اندوز ہے اس نام سے پارے کی طرح
غوطہ زن نور میں ہے آنکھ کے تارے کی طرح
عقل ہے تیری سپر، عشق ہے شمشیر تری
مرے درویش! خلافت ہے جہاں گیر تری
ماسوا اللہ کے لیے آگ ہے تکبیر تری
تو مسلماں ہو تو تقدیر ہے تدبیر تری
کی محمد سے وفا تو نے تو ہم تیرے ہیں
یہ جہاں چیز ہے کیا، لوح و قلم تیرے ہیں
THE ANSWER TO THE COMPLAINT
When passion streaming from the heart
Turns human lips to lyres,
Some magic wings man’s music then,
His song with soul inspires;
Man’s words are sacred then, they soar,
The ears of heaven they seek,
From dust those mortal accents rise,
Immortals hear them speak;
So wild and wayward was my Love,
Such tumult raised its sighs,
Before its daring swiftly fell
A song of eulogy;
A bridge of converse thou hast formed
‘Twixt mortal man and Me!
Behold, my hands arc full of gifts,
But who comes seeking here?
And how shall I the right road shew
When there’s no traveller?
My loving care is there for all,
If deserved but by few!
Not this the clay from which I can
An Adam’s shape renew!
On him who merits well I set
The brightest diadem,
And those who truly questing come,
A new world waits for them.
Apostate hearts and palsied hands
Your earthly lives debase,
You all, to your great Prophet, are
Bringers of deep disgrace;
Those idol‐breakers all have gone,
You idolaters are,
Abraham was the father, you
His sons, are but Azar;
Now stranger bands carousal hold,
Strange are both cup and wine,
A strange new Kaʹba you have reared,
Strange idols oh its shrine!
The tulip of the wilds once reigned
The queen of blossom‐time:
In this once lay the quintessence
Of loveliness sublime.
Once every true‐born Mussalman
By Allah set his store,
This fickle‐hearted courtesan
Even you did once adore!
Go, seek some constant mistress now,
To her a new bond sign,
Muhammad’s universal creed
To narrow bounds confine!
To pray to me at break of day
You now an ordeal deem,
Your morning slumber sweeter far—
Yet you would faithful seem!
The hardships of the fast oppress
Your natures—now grown free;
Such are your ways and you still would
And one your Kaʹba, One your God,
And one your great Quran;
Yet, still, divided each from each,
Lives every Mussalman.
You split yourselves in countless sects,
In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still
On such as you bestow?
Who now forgetfully neglect
My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly down
As servers of the time?
To whom now other customs seem
Far nobler than their own?
By whom your great forefathers’ ways
Once followed, are forsworn?
Your hearts are now of longing void,
Your souls now know no zeal,
You heed no more that message great
Which Ahmad did reveal.
If any fasting’s hardship bear,
It is the poor, today;
If worship’s echoes ring in mosques,
It is the poor who pray;
It is the humble and the poor
Who still my name esteem,
Theirs is the word, theirs is the deed,
Yours the shame they redeem.
The rich are drunk with wine of wealth,
Their God they hardly know,
It is because the poor yet live
That wells of Faith still flow.
That judgment ripe is no more theirs
Who play your preachers’ role,
Nor kindling accents from their lips,
Reveal the flaming soul.
Azan yet sounds, but never now
Like Bilal’s, soulfully;
Philosophy, convictionless,
Now mourns its Ghazzali,
Untrod by praying feet, the mosques
Lament their emptiness,
For gone are those exemplars great
Of Arab godliness
’Tis said: “The Muslims quit this world,
Their days are on the wane,”—
The paths of Al‐Quran.
You roll the eye of mutual wrath,
Their eye was ever kind;
You err, for errors look, while they
Were generously blind.
Aspiring for the Pleiades,
How simple it all seems!
But let there first be hearts like theirs,
To justify such dreams.
They reigned upon the Chinese throne,
They wore the Persian crown:
Where is that honour that they knew—
Words are your whole renown.
They fought for honour, self‐respect,
Yours the self‐slayer’s knife,
You shun the ties of brotherhood
They cherished more than life.
You can but weave the web of words,
They did their deeds of might:
You pine after a bud: they basked
In gardens flower‐bright.
The world remembers still the tales
Which hymn their bravery,
And in their storied book of life
Shines their sincerity.
Upon your nation’s sky you rose
Like stars of brilliant hue,
The lure of India’s idols made
Even Brahmans out of you;
Drawn by the wander‐lust, you went
A‐roving ‘from your nests:
Slothful in good, your youth next learnt
To doubt their faith’s behests;
‘Enlightenment’ ensnared you all,
And all your ‘fetters’ fell,
The land of Kaʹba you forsook,
In idol‐land to dwell!
If longing Qais roams no more,
But seeks the town again,
Leaving the lonely desert wastes
To share tile life 0f men,
Qais is mad: what if he dwells
In town or wilderness?
Yet from him Layla must not veil
Her face in bashfulness!
Complain ye not of heart unkind
Thou holdest the starting bells
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Nought else is needed, if thy will
Thy onward march impels.
Thou candle‐tree! thy wick‐like root,
Its top with flame illumes,
Thy thought is fire, its very breath
All future care consumes.
And thou shalt suffer no surcease
Should Iran’s star decline,
‘Tis not the vessel which decides
The potency of wine;
‘Tis proved to all the world, from tales
Of Tartar conquerors,
The Kaʹba brave defenders found
In temple‐worshippers.
In thee relies the bark of God,
Adrift beyond the bar,
The new‐born age is dark as night,
And thou its dim pole‐star.
The Bulgars march! the fiend of war
In fearful fury breathes;
The message comes: “Sleepers, awake!
The Balkan cauldron seethes.”
Thou deemest this a cause of grief,
Thy heart is mortified;
But nay, thy pride, thy sacrifice,
Thus, once again, are tried.
Beneath thy foes if chargers neigh?
Why tremblest thou in fright?
For never, never, shall their breath
Extinguish Heaven’s light.
Not yet have other nations seen
What thou art truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of thee
For perfecting this earth.
If aught yet keeps world alive,
‘Tis thine impetuous zeal,
And thou shalt rise its ruling star,
And thou shalt shape its weal.
This is no time for idle rest,
Much yet remains undone;
The lamp of tawhid needs thy touch
To make it shame the sun!
‘Starting bells…’ Or the ‘marching bells’—The
expression in Urdu is the same as the title of the
anthology.
It swims perpetually!
Thy shield be wisdom, be thy sword
The flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! dost thou not know
That all the world is thine?
All else but God is at thy feet,
If sounds thy Takbeer great;
If thou a Muslim truly art,
Thy effort is thy fate.
To my Muhammad be but true,
And thou hast conquered me;
The world is nought: thou shalt command
My Pen of Destiny.
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