Night_Hawk

Siasat.pk - Blogger
Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

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Dua
PRAYER

Ya Rab! Dil-e-Muslim Ko Woh Zinda Tamana De
Jo Qalb Ko Garma De, Jo Rooh Ko Tarpa De

Lord, fill the Muslim’s heart with a desire so fervent
That it will set his heart aflame and stir his soul.

Phir Wadi-e-Faran Ke Har Zarre Ko Chamka De
Phir Shauq-e-Tamasha De, Phir Zauq-e-Taqaza

Light up again every speck of dust in the Valley of Faran.
Make us long again for beautiful sights, and create in us the urge to make demands.

Mehroom-e-Tamasha Ko Phir Dida-e-Beena De
Dekha Hai Jo Kuch Mein Ne Auron Ko Bhi Dikhla De

Give piercing vision to those deprived of sight,
and show to others what I have seen.


Bhatke Huway Aahu Ko Phir Soo’ay Haram Le Chal
Iss Sheher Ke Khugar Ko Phir Wusaat-e-Sehra De

Lead the stray gazelle back to the Sanctuary.
It has grown used to the city ‐ Give it back the vastness of the desert.

Paida Dil-e-Weeran Mein Phir Shaurish-e-Mehshar Kar
Iss Mehmil-e-Khali Ko Phir Shahid-e-Laila De

Stir up again the ruins of the heart with a commotion like judgment Day.
Let this empty litter once again seat a sweetheart ‐ a Layla!

Iss Dour Ki Zulmat Mein Har Qalb-e-Preshan Ko
Woh Dagh-e-Mohabbat De Jo Chand Ko Sharma De

In the darkness of this age give to every troubled heart
Scars of love that would shame the moon.

Riffat Mein Maqasid Ko Humdosh-e-Surraya Kar
Khuddari-e-Sahil De, Azadi-e-Darya De

Let the goals be as high as the Pleiades.
Give us the calm and poise of the shore, But the freedom of the sea.

Be Lous Mohabbat Ho, Bebak Sadaqat Ho
Seenon Mein Ujala Kar, Dil Soorat-e-Meena De

Let love be selfless and truth fearless;
Let our breasts be flooded with light‐Make our hearts clear as crystal.

Ehsas Anayat Kar Asaar-e-Mosibat Ka
Amroz Ki Shuarish Mein Andesha-e-Farda De

Enable us to foresee the calamity that is coming;
In the midst of today’s upheaval give us a vision of tomorrow.

Main Bulbul-e-Nalan Hun Ek Ujre Gulistan Ka
Taseer Ka Saa’il Hun, Mauhtaj Ko, Data De!

I am a nightingale making my lament, I am from a garden which has been ravaged.
I wish that my prayer would have effect—Give to a beggar, bounteous Lord!


 

Night_Hawk

Siasat.pk - Blogger
Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

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Touheed
ONENESS OF GOD

Zinda Quwwat Thi Jahan Mein Yehi Touheed Kabhi
Aaj Kya Hai, Faqat Ek Masla-e-Ilm-e-Kalaam

Tauhid has been a living force in the days bygone;
What is it these days? Merely a topic of theology.

Roshan Iss Zou Se Agar Zulmat-e-Kirdar Na Ho
Khud Musalman Se Hai Poshida Musalman Ka Maqam

If its glory doesn’t make the darkness of character radiant,
Muslim cannot judge his elevated position.

Main Ne Ae Meer-e-Sipah! Teri Sipah Dekhi Hai
‘QUL HU WALLAH’ Ki Shamsheer Se Khali Hain Nayam

Chief of warriors, I have witnessed your array;
Their sheaths are devoid of the sword of Say: 'He is Allah'

Aah, Iss Raaz Se Waqif Hai Na Mullah, Na Faqeeh
Wahdat Afkar Ki Be-Wahdat-e-Kirdar Hai Kham

Ah! Neither mullah nor faqih envisages the fact that
Unity of thought without unity of action is imperfect.

Qoum Kya Cheez Hai, Qoumon Ki Imamat Kya Hai
Iss Ko Kya Samjhain Ye Bechare Do Rakat Ke Imam!

What is a nation, or how to lead it?—
What clue these leaders of prayers could have of that!


 

Night_Hawk

Siasat.pk - Blogger
Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

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riverblue

MPA (400+ posts)
Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

salam bhai........ zabardast sharing.... and very thought provoking



Touheed (توحید) Oneness Of God



Touheed
ONENESS OF GOD


Zinda Quwwat Thi Jahan Mein Yehi Touheed Kabhi
Aaj Kya Hai, Faqat Ek Masla-e-Ilm-e-Kalaam

Tauhid has been a living force in the days bygone;
What is it these days? Merely a topic of theology.


Roshan Iss Zou Se Agar Zulmat-e-Kirdar Na Ho
Khud Musalman Se Hai Poshida Musalman Ka Maqam

If its glory doesn’t make the darkness of character radiant,
Muslim cannot judge his elevated position.


Main Ne Ae Meer-e-Sipah! Teri Sipah Dekhi Hai
‘QUL HU WALLAH’ Ki Shamsheer Se Khali Hain Nayam

Chief of warriors, I have witnessed your array;
Their sheaths are devoid of the sword of Say: 'He is Allah'


Aah, Iss Raaz Se Waqif Hai Na Mullah, Na Faqeeh
Wahdat Afkar Ki Be-Wahdat-e-Kirdar Hai Kham

Ah! Neither mullah nor faqih envisages the fact that
Unity of thought without unity of action is imperfect.


Qoum Kya Cheez Hai, Qoumon Ki Imamat Kya Hai
Iss Ko Kya Samjhain Ye Bechare Do Rakat Ke Imam!

What is a nation, or how to lead it?—
What clue these leaders of prayers could have of that!



 

Desi_Action

Banned
صوفی تبسم اور ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ
باپ تھا اس کا میر سلوٹ
پیتا تھا وہ سوڈا واٹر
کھاتا تھا بادام اخروٹ
ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

آنکھیں اس کی موٹی موٹی
ٹانگیں اس کی چھوٹی چھوٹی
نیچے پہنے صرف لنگوٹ
اوپر پہنے او'ور کوٹ
ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

امی بولیں ، بیٹا جائو
شہر سے جا کر لڈو لائو
سنتے ہی وہ لینے نکلا
جیب میں ایک روپے کا نوٹ
ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

اتنا اس کا جی للچایا
رستے میں ہی کھاتا آیا
کھاتے کھاتے لگ گئی ہچکی
گر گیا ٹانگ میں لگ گئی چوٹ
ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

بھائی اسے اٹھانے آیا
ابّا نے بھی گلے لگایا
اماں اس کی روتی آئی
"ہائے رے میرا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ"

ایک تھا لڑکا ٹوٹ بٹوٹ
 

Desi_Action

Banned
Re: صوفی تبسم اور ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

خالہ اُس کی لکڑی لائی
پھوپھی لائی دیا سلائی
امی جان نے آگ جلائی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

دیگچی، چمچہ، نوکر لائے
بھائی چاول شکّر لائے
بہنیں لائیں دودھ ملائی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

ابا نے دی ایک اکنی
خالو نے دی ڈیڑھ دونیّ
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے آدھی پائی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

جوں ہی دسترخوان لگایا
گاؤں کا گاؤں دوڑا آیا
ساری خلقت دوڑی آئی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

مینڈک بھی ٹرّاتے آئے
چوہے شور مچاتے آئے
بلّی گانا گاتی آئی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

کوّے آئے کیں کیں کرتے
طوطے آئے ٹیں ٹیں کرتے
بُلبل چونچ ہلاتی آئی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

دھوبی، کنجڑا، نائی آیا
پنساری، حلوائی آیا
سب نے آ کر دھوم مچائی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی

گاؤں بھر میں ہوئی لڑائی
کھیر کسی کے ہاتھ نہ آئی
میرے اللہ تری دہائی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کھیر پکائی
 

Desi_Action

Banned
Re: صوفی تبسم اور ٹوٹ بٹوٹ

ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کر لی شادی

کچھ ہمجولی کچھ ہمسائے
کچھ اپنے کچھ لوگ پرائے
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ کو ملنے آئے
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ کی بولی دادی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کر لی شادی

اب نہ وہ شوخی اب نہ وہ شیخی
اب نہ وہ اُس کی دھینگا مشتی
ختم ہوئی سب ہا ہا ہی ہی
ختم ہوئی ساری آزادی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کر لی شادی

اب نہ وہ رونق ہے نہ وہ میلا
دن بھر گھر میں رہے اکیلا
بیوی لے گئی پیسا دھیلا
میرے اللہ یہ بربادی
ٹوٹ بٹوٹ نے کر لی شادی

صوفی غلام مصطفیٰ تبسم
 

canadian

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

TMHE IJAZAT HAI...

Tmhe ijazat hai chale jao..
Ye bndhan torr k apni hadon se paar hojao..
Jo chahat bojh bn jae wo chahat khaak hti hai..
Faqat ek rog bn kr bus jigar pe chaak hti hai..
Ye acha hai k is jaam e judai ko piya jae..
K ab ik doosre se door rehkr hi jiya jae..
Na ab shkwa rahe koi na ab koi shikayat ho..
Na ab ek dosre k wastay dil mai malamat ho..

Magr jb door jake lautnay ka sochna jana!
Kbi jb hasraton se choor hoke tootna jana!
To bus ye yad rkhna!!
K is rishte ki laryan kitni chahat se piroi thi..
Mohbt naam ki dunya ye hm ne khud sanjoi thi..
Bharam tha chahato ka ulfato ka ik tasavur tha..
Hisar e bndgi mera tmhra hi to mehvar tha..
Ise ktni hiqarat se jafa ka naam de dala..
Safar ki ibtida ko intiha ka naam de dala..

Mohbt sar niguu hokr pasheman hogae jana!
Tmhri ajzi mjhpr mehrban hogae jana!
Kisi ko is qadr na azmao k dam nikal jae..
Chalo ab laut k ao k mera dil sambhal jae..
 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint

(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 mans 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

Mans 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 wisdoms 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: Thy tale enkindles pain,
Thy cup is brimming full with tears which thou couldst 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 thy 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 thine a song of eulogy;
A bridge of converse thou hast 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 theres 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 Adams 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;


 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint

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 one among you seeks in truth to come at bliss through me
Still the Light Sinai’s mount illumes— No Moses there to see.

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?


 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint

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!

’Tis 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?
 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint


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 **** 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;
 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint


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

Thy robe is free from dust of home, Not thine such narrow ties,
That Yousuf thou, 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 Thou holdest the starting bells9
Nought else is needed, if thy will Thy onward march impels.

Nakhl-e-Shama Asti-o-Dar Shaola Dawad Resha-e-Tu
Aaqbat Soz Bawad Saya-e-Andesha-e-Tu

Thou candle‐tree! thy wick‐like root, Its top with flame illumes,
Thy 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 thou shalt suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,
‘Tis 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

‘Tis 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 thee relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,
The new‐born age is dark as night, And thou 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

Thou deemest this a cause of grief, Thy heart is mortified;
But nay, thy pride, thy 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 thy foes if chargers neigh? Why tremblest thou 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 thou art truly worth,
The realm of Being has need of thee for perfecting this earth.

Zinda Rakhti Hai Zamane Ko Hararat Teri
Koukab-e-Qismat-e-Imkan Hai Khilafat Teri

If aught yet keeps world alive, ‘Tis thine impetuous zeal,
And thou shalt rise its ruling star, And thou shalt 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 thy touch to make it shame the sun!

Misl-e-Bu Qaid Hai Ghunche Mein, Preshan Ho Ja
Rakht Bar Dosh Hawaye Chamanistan Ho Ja

Thou art like fragrance in the bud, Diffuse thyself: be free.
Perfume the garden breeze, and fill the earth with scent of thee.

Hai Tunk Maya To Zarre Se Byaban Ho Ja
Naghma-e-Mouj Se Hangama-e-Toofan Ho Ja!

From dusty speck, do thou 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 thou, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;
Enlighten thou 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 thy heart beat in thee;

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.
 

pathseeker

Politcal Worker (100+ posts)
Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint

Dasht Mein, Daman-e-Kuhsar Mein, Maidan Mein Hai
Behr Mein, Mouj Ki Aghosh Mein, Toofan Mein Hai

’Tis 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 **** 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

Thy shield be wisdom, be thy sword the flaming Love Divine,
My fond dervish! dost thou not know that all the world is thine?

Ma Siwa Allah Ke Liye Aag Hai Takbeer Teri
Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri

All else but God is at thy feet, If sounds thy Takbeer great;
If thou a Muslim truly art, Thy effort is thy 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 thou hast conquered me;
The world is nought: thou shalt command My Pen of Destiny.


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ranaji

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Re: Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ) The Answer To The Complaint

allama iqbal rehmatullah aleh:mash: was an ashiq e Rasoolpbuh
 

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