(Bal-e-Jibril-059) (تازہ پھر دانش حاضر نے کیا سحر قدیم) Taza Phir Danish-e-Hazir Ne Kiya Sehar-e-Qadeem

(Bal-e-Jibril-059) Taza Phir Danish-e-Hazir Ne Kiya Sehar-e-Qadeem

Taza Phir Danish-e-Hazir Ne Kiya Sahar-e-Qadeem
Guzar Iss Ehad Mein Mumkin Nahin Be-Chob-e-Kaleem

The magic old to life is brought by means of present science and thought:
The path of life cannot be trod without the aid of Moses’ Rod.

Aqal Ayyar Hai, Sau Bhais Bana Leti Hai
Ishq Bechara Na Mullah Hai Na Zahid Na Hakeem!

The mind is skilful in artful tasks, and can assume a hundred masks:
Poor helpless Love that knows no guise ain’t mullah, hermit or too wise.

Aysh-e-Manzil Hai Ghareeban-e-Mohabbat Pe Haram
Sub Musafir Hain, Bazahir Nazar Ate Hain Maqeem

Forbid the rest of lodge and bed to those who road of Love do tread:
Like travellers they always roam, though they seem to stay at home.

Hai Garan Sair Gham-e-Rahla-o-Zaad Se Tu
Koh-o-Darya Se Guzar Sakte Hain Manind-e-Naseem

Concern for journey’s food and steed, Like burden great, retards your speed:
Of this dead weight, if one be free, Like breeze can cross the mount and sea.

Mard-e-Darvaish Ka Sarmaya Hai Azadi-o-Marg
Hai Kisi Aur Ki Khatir Ye Nasaab-e-Zer-o-Seem

No wealth is owned by dervish free, at call of death he yields with glee:
He has not either gold or land, of him no one can tithe demand.