Well, something happened and Iqbal one day, composed a poem complaining about Islam in 1909. The clergy, as expected, was up in arms and four years later, he had to gratiate himself by posting a reply to it.
Kyun Ziyaan Kaar Banun, Sood Framosh Rahun
Fikr-e-Farda Na Karum, Mahw-e-Ghum-e-Dosh Rahun
Why should I choose the loser’s role? Forbear to seek what gain I may?
Nor think of what the morrow holds, But brood o’er woes of yesterday?
Naale Bulbul Ke Sunoon, Aur Hama Tan Gosh Rahun
Humnawa Main Bhi Koi Gul Hun Ke Khamosh Rahun
Why should my ears enraptured hear the plaintive notes of Philomel?
Fellow‐bard! a rose am I to lose me in sweet music’s swell?
Jurrat Aamoz Miri Taab-e-Sakhun Hai Mujh Ko
Shikwa Allah Se Khakam Badahan Hai Mujh Ko
For I too have the gift of song which gives me courage to complain,
But ah! ‘tis none but God Himself whom I, in sorrow, must arraign!
Hai Baja Shewa-e-Tasleem Mein Mashoor Hain Hum
Qissa-e-Dard Sunate Hain Ke Majboor Hain Hum
I grant that we have earned repute as ever reconciled to Fate,
But to You still a tale of pain I can no longer help narrate.
Saaz-e-Khamosh Hain, Faryad Se Maamoor Hain Hum
Nala Ata Hai Agar Lab Pe To Maazoor Hain Hum
Though we may seem like voiceless lyres, within, imprisoned anguish cries;
Its urge compels, and I obey, Framing these plaintive melodies.
Ae Khuda Shikwa-e-Arbab-e-Wafa Bhi Sun Le
Khugar-e-Hamd Se Thora Sa Gila Bhi Sun Le
Hear You, O God! these sad complaints from those of proven fealty;
From lips accustomed but to praise hear You these words in blame of You!
Thi To Maujood Azal Se Hi Teri Zaat-e-Qadim
Phool Tha Zaib-e-Chaman, Par Na Preshan Thi Shamim
From when eternal Time began, Your Timeless Self had also been;
But then no breeze its sweetness spread though the Rose reigned the garden’s queen.
Shart Insaaf Hai, Ae Sahib-e-Altaf-e-Amim
Boo-e-Gul Phailti Kis Tarah Jo Hoti Na Nasim
Canst You, in justice, but confess, O Lord! from whom all favours flow,
Had not the south wind toiled in love the world Your fragrance would not know?
Hum Ko Jamiat-e-Khatir Ye Preshani Thi
Warna Ummat Tere Mehboob (S.A.W.) Ki Diwani Thi
The glad travail we sought for You Rejoiced our souls and was our pride—
Thinkst You the followers of Your Friend Insanely spread Your Truth so wide?
Hum Se Pehle Tha Ajab Tere Jahan Ka Manzar
Kahin Masjood The Pathar, Kahin Maabood Shajar
Before we came, how strange a sight was this most beauteous world of Thine (yours)!
For here to stones men bowed their heads, and there in trees did ‘gods’ enshrine!
Khugar-e-Paikar-e-Mahsoos Thi Insaan Ki Nazar
Manta Phir Koi Un-Dekhe Khuda Ko Kyunkar
Their unenlightened minds could seize nought else but what their eyes could see,
You know, Lord, Your writ ran not—Man neither knew nor worshipped Thee (You)!
Tujh Ko Maalum Hai Leta Tha Koi Naam Tera?
Quwwat-e-Baazoo-e-Muslim Ne Kiya Kaam Tera
And canst You say that even once one of these did Your name recite?
It was the might of Muslim arms fulfilled Your task and gave them Light.
Bas Rahe The Yahin Saljuq Bhi, Toorani Bhi
Ahl-e-Chin Cheen Mein, Iran Mein Sasaani Bhi
Yet once there lived the Seljuks here, Turanians too, and wise Chinese,
Sasanians drew their breath and thrived In rose‐perfumed Iranian breeze;
Issi Maamoore Mein Aabad The Yoonani Bhi
Issi Dunya Mein Yahudi Bhi The, Nusraani Bhi
And elsewhere in Your peopled world the Greeks of Yunan held their sway,
While sons of Israel side by side with Christian nations had their day.
Par Tere Naam Pe Talwar Uthai Kis Ne
Baat Jo Bigri Huwi Thi, Woh Banaai Kis Ne
But which among these nations raised the sacred sword in holy fight,
Self‐consecrated to Your cause, to set their crazy world aright?
The Hameen Ek Tire Maarka Aaraaon Mein!
Khushkion Mein Kabhi Larte, Kabhi Dariyaon Mein,
’Tis we and we alone who thronged as warriors on Your fields of fray,
And now upon the land we fought and now upon the salt sea spray.
Deen Azaanen Kabhi Europe Ke Kaleesaaon Mein
Kabhi Africa Ke Tapte Huwe Sehraaon Mein.
We made our Azan’s call resound beneath proud spires in Western lands,
And made that magic melody thrill over Afric’s burning sands.
Shan Ankhon Mein Na Jachti Thi Jahan Daron Ki
Kalima Parhte The Hum Chaon Mein Talwaron Ki
The pageantries of mighty kings to us were shows that mattered not,
Beneath the shade of blades unsheathed in Kalima we glory sought.
Hum Jo Jeete The To Jnagon Ki Musibat Ke Liye
Aur Merte The Tere Naam Ki Azmat Ke Liye
Our only life was then to face the perils of Your holy wars;
To glorify Your name we died, adorned with hallowed battle scars.
Thi Na Kuch Taeg-Zani Apni Hukumat Ke Liye
Sar-Bakaf Phirte The Kya Dehar Mein Doulat Ke Liye
Not lust for power for our own sakes our drawn‐sword’s playfulness inspired,
Nor roamed we hand‐in‐glove with death for worldly riches we desired.
Qaum Apni Jo Zar-o-Maal-e-Jahan Par Marti,
But Faroshi Ke Iwaz But Shikni Kyon Karti?
Our people, had they set their hearts on this world’s riches or its gold,
Not idol‐breaking would have gone but idols would have bought and sold.
Tal Na Sakte The Agar Jang Mein Arh Jate The
Paon Sheron Ke Bhi Maidan Se Ukhar Jate The
We stood our ground like rocks when once the foe had met our phalanx dread;
Before our might the bravest quailed and, vanquished, from the battle fled.
Tujh Se Sarkash Huwa Koi To Bighar Jate The
Taeg Kya Cheez Hai, Hum Toup Se Larh Jate The
And those who offered You affront our swift, relentless fury faced,
Their mightiest arms we set at nought, Their insolence and pride abased.
Naqsh Tauheed Ka Har Dil Pe Bithaya Hum Ne
Zer-e-Khanjar Bhi Yeh Paigham Sunaya Hum Ne
On all men’s minds we set Your seal, Your tawhid’s firm and sure impress—
The selfsame message preached our lips when swords danced high in battle’s stress.
Tu Hi Keh De Ke Ukhara Dar-e-Khyber Kis Ne
Sheher Qaiser Ka Jo Tha, Us Ko Kiya Sar Kis Ne
Declare You whose fierce valor once did Khyber’s barriers overthrow?
Or whose resistless might once laid Famed Caesar’s proudest cities low?
Tore Makhluq Khudawandon Ke Paikar Kis Ne
Kaat Kar Rakh Diye Kuffaar Ke Lashkar Kis Ne
Who smashed to dust man’s handwrought gods, those things of straw and earth and clay?
And who did unbelieving hosts to spread Your name and glory slay?
Kis Ne Thanda Kiya Atishkuda-e-Iran Ko?
Kis Ne Phir Zinda Kiya Tazkara-e-Yazdaan Ko?
And who was it that quenched and cooled the fiery urns of fair Iran?
And in that land did once again revive the worship of Yazdan?
Kon Si Qoum Faqat Teri Talabgar Huwi
Aur Tere Liye Zehmat Kash-e-Paikaar Huwi
Among those nations, was there one who craved You as we craved and sought?
Or risked the perils of fell war that Your Divinest will be wrought?
Kis Ki Shamsheer Jahangeer, Jahandar Huwi
Kis Ki Takbeer Se Dunya Teri Baidar Huwi
Whose was that conquest‐thirsty sword which won and held the world in fee?
And whose the Takbeer‐sounding call, which wakened all the world to You?
Kis Ki Haibat Se Sanam Sehme Huwe Rehte The
Munh Ke Bal Gir Ke ‘HU WA-ALLAH HU AHAD’ Kehte The
Whose was the fateful wrath which made all idols shrink in terror just?
“There is no god but God,” they cried, as crumbling down they kissed the dust.
Aa Gaya Ain Laraai Mein Agar Waqt-e-Namaz
Qibla Ru Ho Ke Zameen Bos Huwi Qoum-e-Hijaz
When worship’s ordained hour was come, and furious raged the battle’s fray,
Those men of Hijaz, staunch in You, facing Your Ka‘ba, bowed to pray.
Ek Hi Saf Mein Khare Ho Gaye Mahmood-o-Ayaz,
No Koi Banda Raha Aur Na Koi Banda Nawaz.
Mahmood the king and slave Ayaz, in line, as equals, stood arrayed,
The lord was no more lord to slave: while both to the One Master prayed.
Banda-o-Sahib-o-Mauhtaaj-o-Ghani Aik Huwe
Teri Sarkar Mein Pohanche To Sabhi Aik Huwe
Slave or slave’s master, rich or poor, no sense of difference then felt,
For each a brother was to each when in Your Presence, Lord, they knelt.
Mehfil-e-Kon-o-Makan Mein Sehar-o-Sham Phire
Mai-e-Tauheed Ko Lekar Sifat-e-Jam Phire
And You do know we went about at sunrise or when stars did shine,
In banquet‐halls of Time and Space, like goblets, filled with tawhid’s wine
Koh Mein, Dasht Mein Le Kar Tera Pegham Phire
Aur Maaloom Hai Tujh Ko, Kabhi Nakaam Phire !
Both heights and lowlands we traversed to spread Your message; O glad pain!
Not even once, You know well, we strove against the world in vain.
Dasht To Dasht Hain, Darya Bhi Na Chhore Hum Ne
Bahr-e-Zulmaat Mein Daura Diye Ghore Hum Ne
Not only land we bore Your Word glorious across the heaving seas,
Upon our steed of zeal, we rode unto their darkest boundaries!
Safah-e-Dahar Se Baatil Ko Mitaya Hum Ne
Nau-e-Insaan Ko Ghulami Se Chhuraya Hum Ne
We who removed from this world’s book the leaves which were with falsehood stained,
We who, from tyrant ignorance, The prisoned human race unchained,
Tere Kaabe Ko Jabeenon Se Basaya Hum Ne
Tere Quran Ko Seenon Se Lagaya Hum Ne
We who with myriad sajdas filled Your Holy Kaʹba’s hallowed shrine,
Whose bosoms reverently held Your great and glorious Book Divine—
Phir Bhi Hum Se Yeh Gila Hai Ke Wafadar Nahin
Hum Wafadar Nahin, Tu Bhi To Dildar Nahin!
If our meed still the obloquy that we have shirked the Faithful’s part,
How then canst You make claim to be the kindly faith‐compelling heart?
Ummatain Aur Bhi Hain, In Mein Gunahgar Bhi Hain
Ejz Wale Bhi Hain, Mast-e-Mai-e-Pindar Bhi Hain
For there are those of other faiths Among whom many sinners ,
Some humble, others puffed with pride, Drunken in their effrontery;
In Mein Kahil Bhi Hain, Ghafil Bhi Hain, Hushyar Bhi Hain
Saikron Hain Ke Tere Naam Se Baizar Bhi Hain
If some have vision, thousands are of little worth, neglectful, worse;
And millions upon millions live from Your dear, glorious name averse.
Rehmatain Hain Teri Aghiyar Ke Kashaanon Par
Barq Girti Hai To Bechare Musalmanon Par
Yet see how still Your bounties rain on roofs 0f unbelieving clans,
While strikes Your thunder‐bolt the homes of all‐forbearing Mussalmans!
Boott Sanam Khanon Mein Kehte Hain, Musalman Gye
Hai Khushi In Ko Ke Kaabe Ke Nigehban Gye
In idol‐houses, hark! they say, “Behold, the Muslim star sinks low!
How glad they are that now at last Your Kaʹba’s brave protectors go!
Manzil-e-dehr Se Unthon Ke Hudi Khawan Gye
Apni Baghlon Mein Dabaye Huwe Quran Gye
They say, “The world is well rid now of hymn‐reciting camel‐men,
Their Quran folded in their arms, At last they hie them from our ken!
Khandah Zan Kufr Hai, Ehsas Tujhe Hai Ke Nahin
Apni Touheed Ka Kuch Paas Tujhe Hai Ke Nahin
Thus they rejoice who own You not; Yet still unmindful seemest You
Of Yours own One‐ness, Your Tawhid—Are You so unregarding now?
Ye Shikayatt Nahin, Hain Un Ke Khazane Maamur
Nahin Mehfil Mein Jinhain Baat Bhi Karne Ka Shaur
That ignorant men who lack the grace to ope their lips in conclave high
Should have their coffers treasure‐filled, is not the burden of our sigh;
Qehar To Ye Hai Ke Kafir Ko Milain Hoor-o-Qasoor
Aur Bechare Musalman Ko Faqat Wada-e-Hoor
But O, that this world’s best should fall to unbelievers from Your hand
While we on promises are fed of pleasures in a shadowy land!
Ab Woh Altaf Nahin, Hum Pe Anayat Nahin
Baat Ye Kya Hai Ke Pehli Si Madarat Nahin
Where are those favours which You once upon our grateful hearts didst pour ?
Why cherishest You not, O Lord, The Faithful as in days of yore?
Kyun Musalmanon Mein Hai Doulat-e-Dunya Nayaab
Teri Qudrat To Hai Woh Jis Ki Na Had Hai Na Hisab
Why from the bounties of this life The Faithful now no profit gain
Though still Almighty You remainest and limitless Your means remain?
Tu Jo Chahe To Uthe Seena-e-Sehra Se Habab
Rahroo-e-Dasht Ho Seeli Zada Mouj-e-Saraab
If You but will, fountains can flow from barren desert and parched sands,
And mirage‐bound a traveller be while walking through green forest lands:
Taan-e-Aghiyaar Hai, Ruswai Hai, Nadaari Hai,
Kya Tere Nam Pe Marne Ka Iwaz Khwari Hai?
Yet foe-men‐taunted, grace‐deprived, and poorest of the poor are we!
Is this Your recompense to those who sacrifice their lives for You?
Bani Aghyar Ki Ab Chahne Wali Dunya
Reh Gyi Apne Liye Aik Khiyali Dunya
Your world, how eagerly, today on strangers, all its grace bestows:
For those who walk Your chosen way a world of dreams its glamour throws!
Hum To Rukhsat Huwe, Auron Ne Sanbhali Dunya
Phir Na Kehna Huwi Touheed Se Khali Dunya
So be it then, so let us pass, let other nations hold the sway—
When we are gone, reproach us not that tawhid too has passed away!
Hum Tau Jeete Hain Ke Duniya Mein Tira Naam Rahe,
Kahin Mumkin Hai Saqi Na Rahe, Jaam Rahe?
We live here only that Your Name may live here in men’s minds enshrined;
Can saki bid his last adieu and leave Love’s cup and wine behind?
Teri Mehfil Bhi Gai, Chahne Walw Bhi Gaye,
Shab Ki Aahen Bhi Gaien, Subah Ke Nale Bhi Gaye,
Your court‐yard empties. They depart who came to worship and adore;
The midnight’s sighs, the dawn’s lament, now You wilt miss for evermore!
Dil Tujhe Debhi Gaye, Apna Sila Le Bhi Gaye,
Aa Ke Baithe Bhi Na The, Ke Nikaale Bhi Gaye.
They came, they gave their hearts to You, they had their recompense, and went.
But hardly they had seated been when from Your Presence they were sent!
Aae Ushaaq, Gaye Waada-e-Farda Lekar,
Ab Unhen Dhoond Charag-e-Rukh-e-Zeba Lekar!
They came glad lovers, begging love; with future promise turned away:
Go, shine Your Beauty’s lamp about and seek and win them if You may!
Dard-e-Laila Bhi Wohi, Qais Ka Pahlu Bhi Wohi,
Nejd Ke Dasht-o-Jabal Mein Ram-e-Aahoo Bhi Wohi,
The love of Layla burneth still, And Majnun passion’s yearning knows;
In hill and valley of the Nejd the fleet gazelle still leaping goes;
Ishq Ka Dil Bhi Wohi, Husn Ka Jaadoo Bhi Wohi,
Ummat-e-Ahmed-e-Mursil Bhi Wohi, Tu Bhi Wohi,
The soul of Love is still the same, still, Beauty’s magic charms enthral,
Your Ahmad’s feemen still abide; and You art there, the soul of all.
Phir Yeh Aazurdagi-e-Ghair-Sabab Kya Maani,
Apne Shaidaaon Pe Yeh Chashm-e-Ghazab Kya Maani?
Then Stranger! why estranged today the bond of love ‘twixt You and Yours?
Upon the Faithful, O Unkind, why frowns Your eye of wrath Divine?
Tujh Ko Chora Ke Rasool-e-Arabi (S.A.W.) Ko Chora?
Boutgari Paisha Kiya, Bout Shikani Ko Chora?
Did we forswear our faith to You? to Your Dear Prophet cease to cling?
Of idol‐breaking did we tire? or take to idol‐worshipping?
Ishq Ko, Ishq Ki Ashuftah-Sari Ko Chora?
Rasm-e-Salman (R.A.)-o-Awais-e-Qarani (R.A.) Ko Chora?
Or did we weary of Your Love, or Your Love’s rapture ever shun?
Or turned we from the path which trod Qaran’s Owais and Salman?
Aag Takbeer Ki Seenon Mein Dabi Rakhte Hain
Zindagi Misl-e-Bilal-e-Habshi (R.A.) Rakhte Hain
Your Takbeer’s unextinguished flame within our hearts we cherish yet:
Aethiop Belal’s life, the star by which our own lives’ course we set!
Ishq Ki Khair, Who Pehli Si Ada Bhi Na Sahi,
Jaada Paimaai Taslim-o-Raza Bhi Na Sahi,
But even if a change has been, and we in Love are less adept,
Or out of resignation’s path our erring wayward feet have stept;
Muztarib Dil Sifat-e-Qibla Nama Bhi Na Sahi
Aur Pabandi-e-Aaeen-e-Wafa Bhi Na Sahi
If, unlike trusted compasses, our souls respond not now to you,
And if to laws of faithfulness our roving hearts are now less true ;
Kabhi Hum Se, Kabhi Ghairon Se Shanasaai Hai
Baat Kehne Ki Nahin, Tu Bhi To Harjaai Hai
Must You too play the fickle flirt with us, with others, day by day,
We cannot help the sinful thought which shame forbids our lips to say.
Sar-e-Faran Pe Kiya Deen Ko Kamil Tu Ne
Ek Ishare Mein Hazaron Ke Liye Dil Tu Ne
Upon the peak of Mount Faran Your glorious Faith You didst perfect—
With one Divinest gesture drew a host of fervid first‐elect;
Atish Andoz Kiya Ishq Ka Hasil Tu Ne
Phoonk Di Garmi-e-Rukhsar Se Mehfil Tu Ne
Your flaming Beauty filled the world and set a myriad hearts on fire;
Then blew the quintessence of Love in Man to passion’s wild desire.
Aaj Kyun Seene Humare Sharar Abad Nahin
Hum Wohi Sokhta Saman Hain, Tuhe Yaad Nahin?
Ah, why within our deadened hearts that holy flame today leaps not?
Though still those burnt‐out victims we which once we were, have You forgot?
Wadi-e-Najd Mein Woh Shor-e-Silasil Na Raha
Qais Diwana-e-Nazara Mehmil Na Raha
Upon the dale of Nejd is stilled the clanging of the captive’s chains;
To glimpse the camel‐litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains
Hosle Woh Na Rahe, Hum Na Rahe, Dil Na Raha
Ghar Ye Ujhra Hai Ke Tu Ronaq-e-Mehfil Na Raha
The yearnings of the heart are dead, the heart itself is cold; so we;
And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Light of You.
Ae Khush Aan Roz Ke Ayi-o-Bsad Naz Ayi
Be-Hijabana Soo’ay Mehfil-e-Ma Baaz Ayi
O blessed day when You shall come, a thousand graces in Your train
When by unbashful glad feet turn towards our nesting‐place again.
Badahkash Gair Hain Gulshan Mein Lab-e-Joo Baithe
Sunte Hain Jaam Bakaf Naghma-e-Kuku Baithe
Beside the garden fountain now, quaffing wine, strangers sit, alas!
The cuckoo’s note their ear regales and their hands hold the sparkling glass!
Door Hungama-e-Gulzar Se Yak Soo Baithe
Tere Diwane Bhi Hain Muntazir ‘Hoo’ Baithe
From all this garden’s riot far, Calm in a corner seated too,
Love‐longing lunatics await Your frenzy‐kindling breath of ‘hu’!
Apne Parwanon Ko Phir Zauq-e-Khud Afrozi De
Barq-e-Dairina Ko Farman-e-Jigar Sozi De
The passion for the flame’s embrace—Your moths—ah, let them once more know;
And bid Your ancient lightning strike and set these ash‐cold hearts aglow!
Qoum-e-Awara Anaa Taab Hai Phir Soo’ay Hijaz
Le Ura Bulbul-e-Be Par Ko Mazak-e-Parwaz
Towards the Hijaz turn again the straying tribe their bridle‐strings!
Lo, wingless soars the nightingale aloft, upon its yearning’s wings!
Muztarib Bagh Ke Har Ghunche Mein Hai Boo’ay Niaz
Tu Zara Chair To De, Tashna-e-Mizrab Hai Saaz
The fragrance in each blossom hid within the garden palpitates,
But with Your plectrum wake its strings—The lute that livening touch awaits!
Naghme Betaab Hain Taron Se Niklne Ke Liye
Toor Muztar Hai Ussi Aag Mein Jalne Ke Liye
Yea, longs to break its prison’s bounds the string‐imprisoned melody;
And yearning Sinai waits again to burn itself to dust in You
Mushkalain Ummat-e-Marhoom Ki Asan Kar De
Moor-e-Bemaya Ko Humdosh-e-Suleman Kar De
Resolve, O Lord! the travail sore which this Your chosen people tries,
Make You the ant of little worth to Solomon’s proud stature rise!
Jins-e-Nayaab-e-Mohabbat Ko Phir Arzaan Kar De
Hind Ke Dair Nasheenon Ko Musalman Kar De
Bring You, O Lord, with our grasp that most rare love for which we pray;
To India’s temple‐squatters teach the truth of the Islamic way.
Joo’ay Khoon Mee Chakad Az Hasrat-e-Dairina-e-Maa
Mee Tapd Nala Ba Nashtar Kadah-e-Seena-e-Maa
Our hearts’ desires, long unfulfilled, unceasingly our life‐blood drain;
Our breasts, with thousand daggers pierced, still struggle with their cry of pain!
Boo-e-Gul Le Gyi Bairun-e-Chaman Raaz-e-Chaman
Kya Qayamat Hai Ke Khud Phool Hain Ghammaz-e-Chaman !
The fragrance of the rose has borne the garden’s secret far away—
How sad it is, the traitor’s role the garden’s sweetest buds should play!
Ahd-e-Gul Khatam Hua, Tut Gaya Saaz-e-Chaman,
Ur Gaye Dalion Se Zamzama Pardaaz-e-Chaman.
The bloom‐time of the rose is done; the garden‐harp now shattered lies;
And from its perch upon the twig, away each feathered songster flies—
Ek Bulbul Hai Ke Hai Mahw-e-Tarannum Ab Tak,
Us Ke Seene Mein Hai Naghmon Ka Talatam Ab Tak.
But yet there uncompanioned sits A lonely bulbul, all day long;
Its throat a‐throb with music still and pouring out its heart in song.
Qumrian Shaakh-e-Sanober Se Gurezaan Bhi Huin,
Pattian Phool Ki Jhar Jhar Ke Pareshan Bhi Huin;
The darkening cypress sways no more; from shadowy nests its doves have fled;
The withered blossoms droop and die, and all around their petals shed;
Who Purani Ravishen Bagh Ki Weeran Bhi Huin,
Daalian Parahan-e-Barg Se Uriaan Bhi Huin.
Those memoried, old garden walks of all their former pride lie shorn,
Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn;
Qaid-e-Mausim Se Tabiat Rahi Aazad Uski,
Kaash Gulshan Mein Samjhta Koi Faryaad Uski.
Unmoved by passing seasons’ change, the songster sits and sings alone:
Would there were in this garden some could feel the burden of its moan!
Lutf Merne Main Hai Baqi, Na Maza Jeene Mein
Kuch Maza Hai To Yehi Khoon-e-Jigar Peene Mein
This life no more its joy retains, nor even death can bring relief;
‘Tis sweet to sit alone and sigh and eat a sad heart out in grief.
Kitne Betaab Hain Jouhar Mere Aaeene Mein
Kis Qadar Jalwe Tarapte Hain Mere Seene Mein
Out from the mirror of my soul ‘ what gems of thought now strive to shine;
What visions splendid, dreams sublime,
Iss Gulistan Mein Magar Dekhne Wale Hi Nahin
Dagh Jo Seene Mein Rakhte Hun, Woh Lale Hi Nahin
Arise within this breast of mine! but in this garden lives not one to see and hear, to feel and know:
No tulip with its streak of pain, to sense my heart‐blood’s smarting flow.
Chaak Iss Bulbul-e-Tanha Ki Nawa Se Dil Hon
Jaagne Wale Issi Bang-e-Dara Se Dil Hon
May this sad bulbuls lonely song to grief each listening soul awake;
The clangour of these rousing bells make drowsy hearts their sleep forsake!
Yani Phir Zinda Naye Ehd-e-Wafa Se Dil Hon
Phir Issi Bada-e-Deerina Ke Pyaase Dil Hon
Let Faithful hearts re‐plight their troth, and forge afresh their bond Divine;
Let in the long‐parched heart of each the old thirst wake for sweet old wine!
Ajami Khum Hai To Kya, Mai To Hijazi Hai Meri
Naghma Hindi Hai To Kya, Lai To Hijazi Hai Meri
The blood of sweet Arabian vine O’erflows this wine‐jar Ajamy,
Although the singer sings in Ind, ff Hijaz is his melody.
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!
Jawab-e-Shikwa follows in the next post