(Bal-e-Jibril-042) (یہ پیام دے گئی ہے مجھے باد صبح گاہی) Ye Peyam De Gayi Hai Mujhe Bad-e-Subah Gahi

(Bal-e-Jibril-042) Ye Peyam De Gayi Hai Mujhe Bad-e-Subah Gahi

Ye Peyam De Gyi Hai Mujhe Bad-e-Subahgahi
Ke Khudi Ke Arifon Ka Hai Maqam Padshahi

The morning breeze has whispered to me a secret,
That those who know their self-hood, are equal to kings.

Teri Zindagi Issi Se, Teri Aabru Issi Se
Jo Rahi Khudi To Shahi, Na Rahi To Roosiyahi

Self-hood is the essence of your life and honor,
You shall rule with it, but without it be in disgrace.

Na Diya Nishan-e-Manzil Mujhe Ae Hakeem Tu Ne
Mujhe Kya Gila Ho Tujh Se, Tu Na Reh Nasheen Na Rahi

You have not led my way, O man of wisdom!
But why, complain? You know not the way.

Mere Halqa-e-Sukhan Mein Abhi Zair-e-Tarbiat Hain
Woh Gada Ke Jante Hain Rah-o-Rasm-e-Kajkalahi

Fakirs who know the wont and way of kings
Are as yet being trained in my literary circle.

Ye Maamle Hain Nazuk, Jo Teri Raza Ho Tu Kar
Ke Mujhe To Khush Na Aya Ye Tareeq-e-Khanqahi

Your monastic cult is a strait and narrow path,
Which I like not, but your freedom I respect.

Tu Huma Ka Hai Shikari, Abhi Ibtada Hai Teri
Nahin Muslihat Se Khali Ye Jahan-e-Murg-o-Mahi

This world of inferior prey is meant to sharpen your claws,
You are an eagle‐hunter, but are a novice yet.

Tu Arab Ho Ya Ajam Ho, Tera ‘LA ILAHA ILLAH’
Lughat-e-Ghareeb, Jab Tak Tera Dil Na De Gawahi

Whether you are in the East or West, your faith
Is meaningless, unless your heart affirms it.