(Bal-e-Jibril-146) Peer-o-Mureed
The Mentor And The Disciple
The Indian Disciple
Ilm-e-Hazir Se Hai Deen Zaar-o-Zuboon!
Discerning eyes bleed in pain,
For faith is ruined by knowledge in this age.
The Mentor Rumi
Ilm Ra Bar Dil Zni Yaare Bawad
Fling it on the body, and knowledge becomes a serpent;
Fling it on the heart, and it becomes a friend.
The Indian Disciple
Yaad Hai Mujh Ko Tera Harf-e-Buland
Master of love; of God!
I do remember your noble words:
Az Kuja Mee Ayed Aen Awaz-e-Dost’
‘Where from comes this Friendly voice—
Thin, feeble, and dry as a reed?’
Besabat-o-Beyaqeen-o-Behazoor
The world today has an eternal sadness,
With neither joy, nor love, nor certitude,
Dost Kya Hai, Dost Ki Awaz Kya
What doth it know about this mystery—
Who is the friend, and what is the friend’s voice?
Naghma Iss Ko Khanchta Hai Soo’ay Khak
The sound of music is a dirge
In the West’s crumbling pageant.
The Mentor Rumi
Ta’ama-e-Har Murghke Anjeer Neest
Every ear is not attuned to the word of truth,
As a fig suits not the palate of every bird.
The Indian Disciple
Rooh Mein Baqi Hai Ab Tak Dard-o-Karb
I have mastered knowledge of both the East and the West,
My soul suffers still in agony.
The Mentor Rumi
Soo’ay Madar Aa Ke Teemarat Kunad
Quacks sicken you more;
Come to us for a cure.
The Indian Disciple
Khol Mujh Par Nukta-e-Hukam-e-Jihad
Your glance of wisdom brightens my heart;
Explain to me the order for jihad.
The Mentor Rumi
Bar Zujaj-e-Dost Sang-e-Dost Zan
Break the image of God by the command of God,
Break the friend’s glass, with the friend’s stone.
The Indian Disciple
Hoor-e-Jannat Se Hai Khaushtar Hoor-e-Gharb
Oriental eyes are dazzled by the West;
Western nymphs are fairer than those in Paradise.
The Mentor Rumi
Dast-o-Jama Hum She Gard Da Zau!
Silver glisters white and new,
But blackens the hands and clothes.
The Indian Disciple
Sahir-e-Afrang Ka Sayd-e-Zaboon!
The warm‐blooded youths in schools,
Alas, are victims of Western magic!
The Mentor Rumi
Ta’ama-e-Har Gur Ba Durran Shawad
When an unfledged bird begins its flight,
It becomes a ready feline morsel.
The Indian Disciple
Jouhar-e-Jaan Par Maqaddam Hai Badan!
How long this clash between church and state?
Is the body superior to the soul?
The Mentor Rumi
Intizar-e-Roz Mee Darad Zahab
Coins may jingle at night,
But gold waits for the morrow.
The Indian Disciple
Khak Ke Zarre Ko Mehar-o- Mah Kar!
Tell me about the secret of man,
Tell how dust is a peer of the stars.
The Mentor Rumi
Zahirish Ra Passha-e-Ard Ba-Charkh
Batinish Amad Muheet-e-Haft Charkh
His outside dies of an insect’s bite,
His inside roams the seven heavens.
The Indian Disciple
Ghayat-e-Adam Khabar Hai Ya Nazar?
Dust with your help has a luminous eye,
Is man’s purpose knowledge or vision?
The Mentor Rumi
Deed Aan Bashad Ke Deed-e-Dost Ast
Man is perception; the rest is skin;
Perception is the perception of God.
The Indian Disciple
Ummatain Merti Han Kis Azaar Se?
The East lives on through your words!
Of what disease nations die?
The Mentor Rumi
Zaanke Bar-Jandal Guman Bar Dand Uood
Every nation that perished in the past,
Perished for mistaking stone for incense.
The Indian Disciple
Sard Kyunkar Ho Gya Iss Ka Lahoo?
Muslims have now lost their vigour and force;
Wherefore are they so timid and tame?
The Mentor Rumi
Haich Qoume Ra Khda Ruswa Na Kard
No nation meets its doom,
Until it angers a man of God
The Indian Disciple
Kon Se Sode Mein Hai Mardon Ka Sood?
Though life is a mart without any lustre,
What kind of bargain doth offer some gain?
The Mentor Rumi
Zair Ki Zann Ast-o-Heerani Nazar
Sell cleverness and purchase wonder;
Cleverness is doubt; wonder is perception.
The Indian Disciple
Main Faqeer-e-Ne-Kulah-o-Begaleem
My peers consort with kings in court,
While I am a beggar, uncovered, bare‐headed.
The Mentor Rumi
Ba Ke Bar Farq-e-Sar-e-Shahan Rawi
To be the slave of a man with an illumined heart,
Is better than to rule the ruler’s of’ the land.
The Indian Disciple
Main Nahin Samjha Hadees-e-Jabr-o-Qadr!
I am at a loss to know the puzzle
Of free will and determination.
The Mentor Rumi
Bal Zaghan Ra Baghoristan Bard
Wings bring a hawk to Kings;
Wings bring a crow to the grave.
The Indian Disciple
Kya Hai Akhir Ghaya-e-Deen-e-Nabi (S.A.W.)?
What is the aim of the Prophet (PBUH)’s path—
The rule of the earth, or a monastery?
The Mentor Rumi
Muslahat Dar Deen-e-Issa (A.S.) Ghaar-o-Koh
Prudence in our faith decrees war and power,
In the faith of Jesus—a cave and mount.
The Indian Disciple
Kis Tarah Baidar Ho Seene Mein Dil?
How to discipline the body?
And how to awaken the heart?
The Mentor Rumi
Choon Janaza Ne Ke Bar Gardan Barand
Be obedient, ride on the earth like a horse,
Not like a corpse borne on shoulders.
The Indian Disciple
Kis Tarah Aye Qayamat Ka Yaqeen?
The secret of faith I do not know;
How to believe in the Day of Judgement?
The Mentor Rumi
Deedan-e-Har Cheez Ast Aen
Be the Judgement Day, and see the Judgement Day;
This is the condition for seeing everything.
The Indian Disciple
Said-e-Mehar-o-Mah Karti Hai Khudi
The selfhood soars up to the skies—
It preys upon the sun and the moon—
Apne Nakhcheeron Ke Hathon Dagh Dagh!
Deprived of the Presence, relying on existence, wearied:
Impoverished by its own preys.
The Mentor Rumi
Lekin Ao Ke Gunajad Andar Daam-e-Kas!
Love alone is fit to be hunted,
But who can ever ensnare it!
The Indian Disciple
Kis Tarah Muhkam Ho Milat Ki Hayat?
You know the heart of the universe;
Tell how a nation can be strong?
The Mentor Rumi
Ghuncha Bashi Ko Dkanat Bar Kanand
If you are a grain, it will be picked by birds,
And if a blossom, it will be picked by urchins.
Ghuncha Pinhan Kun Gyah-e-Baam Sho
Hide your grain, and be the trap;
Hide your blossom, and be the grass.
The Indian Disciple
‘Talib-e-Dil Bash-o-Dar-Paikar Bash’
You call me to seek the heart;
To be a seeker of the heart, and to be in a conflict;
Mera Jouhar Mere Aaeene Mein Hai
My heart is in my breast,
Like a mirror, it shows my powers.
The Mentor Rumi
Dil Faraz-e-Arsh Bashad Ne Ba Past
You say you have a heart
The heart is not below, but in the empyrean,
Justujooye Ahl-e-Dil Baghazashti!
You think your heart is a heart,
Forsaking the search for illumined hearts.
The Indian Disciple
Main Zameen Par Khwar-o-Zaar-o-Dardmand
My mind soars in ethereal flights,
But I grovel in the dust;
Thokarain Iss Rah Mein Khata Hun Main
I have failed in the affairs of the world;
Kicks and buffets are my lot;
Abla-e-Dunya Hai Kyun Dana’ay Deen?
Why is material world beyond my reach?
Why are the wise in faith, fools in the world?
The Mentor Rumi
Bar Zameen Raftan Che Dushwarish Bood
One who can scale the heights of heaven,
Can tread the path of earth with ease.
The Indian Disciple
Kis Tarah Hath Aye Souz-o-Dard-o-Dagh?
What is the secret of knowledge and wisdom?
And how to be blessed with passion and pain?
The Mentor Rumi
Ishq-o-Riqqat Ayed Az Naan-e-Halal
Knowledge and wisdom are born of honest living;
Love and ecstasy are born of honest living.
The Indian Disciple
Aur Be-Khalwat Nahin Souz-e-Sukhan
The world demands me to meet and mingle,
But the song is born in solitude.
The Mentor Rumi
Posteen Beharde Amad, Ne Bahar
Keep away from strangers, not from Him,
Wrap yourself for winter, not for spring.
The Indian Disciple
Ahl-e-Dil Iss Dais Mein Hain Teerah Roz!
India now has no light of vision or yearning;
Men of illumined hearts have fallen on evil days.
The Mentor Rumi
Kar-e-Do Naa Heela-o-Besharami Ast
Imparting heat and light is the task of the brave;
Cunning and shamelessness are the refuge of the mean.
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