(Bang-e-Dra-089) (زمانہ دیکھے گا جب میرے دل سے محشر اٹھے گا گفتگو کا) Zamana Dekhe Ga Jab Mere Dil se Mehshar Uthe Ga Guftugu Ka

(Bang-e-Dra-089) Zamana Dekhe Ga Jab Mere Dil se Mehshar Uthe Ga Guftagu Ka

Zamane Dekhe Ga Jab Mere Dil Se Mehshar Uthe Ga Gutugoo Ka
Meri Khamoshi Nahin Hai, Goya Mazar Hai Harf-e-Arzoo Ka

The world will know when the flood of conversation will emerge from my heart
This is not my silence, but is the shrine of the word of my Longing

Jo Mouj-e-Darya Lagi Ye Kehne, Safar Se Qayem  Hai Shan Meri
Guhar Ye Bola Sadaf Nasheeni Hai Mujh Ko Saman Aabru Ka

As the ocean wave said, “My dignity is established by flowing”
The pearl said, “Sitting in shell is the safety of my brightness”

Na Ho Tabiat Hi Jin Ki Qabil, Woh Tarbiat Se Nahin Sanwarte
Huwa Na Sar Sabz Reh Ke Pani Mein Aks Saru-e-Kinar-e-Joo Ka

Whose temperament does not deserve are not improved by training
Reflection of the river bank’s cypress does not prosper by living in the water

Koi Dil Aesa Nazar Na Aya Na Jis Mein Khawabida Ho Tamanna
Elahi Tera Jahan Kya Hai, Nigar Khana Hai Arzoo Ka

I did not see any heart in which Longing is not concealed
O God! What is Thy universe! It is a picture gallery of Longing

Khula Ye Mer Kar Ke Zindagi Apni Thi Tilism-e-Hawas Sarapa
Jise Samajhte The Jism-e-Khaki, Gubar Tha Kooye Arzoo Ka

It dawned after death that our life was a spell of greed
What we called material body, was dust‐cloud of greed’s lane

Agar Koi Shay Nahin Hai Pinhan To Kyun Sarapa Talash Hun Mein
Nigah Ko Nazzare Ki Tamanna Hai, Dil Ko Soda Hai Justujoo Ka

Why am I the embodiment of search if nothing is concealed?
The sight is Longing for the Spectacle, the heart is mad after the search

Chaman Mein Gulcheen Se Ghuncha Kehta Tha, Itna Bedard Kyun Hai Insan
Teri Nigahon Mein Hai Tabassum Shakista Ho Na Mere Saboo Ka

The garden’s flower bud asked the gardener, “Why is Man so heartless?
The breaking of my wine glass is occasion for smile in your eyes

Riyaz-e-Hasti Ke Zarre Zaree Se Hai Mohabbat Ka Jalwa Paida
Haqiqat-e-Gul Ko Tu Jo Samajhe To Ye Bhi Pema Hai Rang-o-Bu Ka

The effulgence of Love emanates from every speck of the existence’ garden
If you know the reality of rose, it is also a combination of color and fragrance”

Tamam Mazmoon Mere Parane, Kalam Mera Khata Sarapa
Hunar Koi Dekhta Hai Mujh Mein To Ayb Hai Mere Ayb Joo Ka

All my writings are anachronism, my poetry is completely defective
If somebody sees some skill in me it is the fault of my critic

Sapas Shart-e-Adab Hai Warna Karam Tera Hai Sitam Se Barh Kar
Zara Sa Ek Dil Diya Hai, Woh Bhi Faraib Khurda Hai Arzoo Ka

Decorum requires silence, otherwise Thy Mercy is worse than tyranny
Thou hast given a tiny heart, which also is misled towards greed

Kamal-e-Wahdat Ayan Hai Aesa Ke Nauk-e-Nashtar Se Tu Jo Chaire
Yaqeen Hai Mujh Ko Gire Rag-e-Gul Se Qatra Insan Ke Lahoo Ka

Unity’s perfection is so evident that if you cut with the knife ‘ s tip
Sure you would see human blood trickling out of the rose’ vein

Gya Hai Taqleed Ka Zamana, Majaz Rakht-e-Safar Uthaye
Huwi Haqiqat Hi Jab Namayan To Kis Ko Yara Hai Guftugoo Ka

The age of taqlid has passed, allegorism should depart!
When the Truth itself is evident who is authorized to talk?

Jo Ghar Se Iqbal Door Hun Main, To Hun Na Mehzoon Aziz Mere
Misal-e-Gohar Watan Ki Furqat Kamal Hai Meri Abroo Ka

If I am far from home, my relatives should not be sad
Like pearl separation from home is perfecting my elegance

Chamak Teri Ayan Bijli Mein, Atish Mein, Sharare Mein
Jhalak Teri Haweda Chand Mein, Suraj Mein, Tare Mein

Thy splendor is manifest in thunder, in fire, in spark
Thy luster is evident in the moon, in the sun, in the star

Bulandi Aasmanon Mein, Zameeon Mein Teri Pasti
Rawani Behr Mein, Uftadgi Teri Kinare Mein

Thy elegance exists in skies’ heights, and in earths’ depths
It is in the ocean’s flow, and in falling behind of the shore

Shariat Kyun Gireban-Geer Ho Zauq-e-Takallam Ki
Chupa Jata Hun Apne Dil Ka Matlab Istaare Mein

Why should Shari`ah be the accuser of the eloquence’ taste?
I only conceal the meaning of my heart in metaphors

Jo Hai Baidar Insan Mein Woh Gehri Neend Sota Hai
Shajar Mein, Phool Mein, Haiwan Mein, Pathar Mein, Sitare Mein

The real life in Man is pervading in everything
It is in tree, in flower, in animal, in stone, in star

Mujhe Phoonka Hai Souz-e-Qatra-e-Ashak-e-Mohabbat Ne
Ghazab Ki Aag Thi Pani Ke Chote Se Sharare Mein

The heat of the drop of Love’s tear has consumed me
Boundless fire existed in this little drop of water

Nahin Jinse-e-Sawab-e-Akhrat Ki Arzoo Mujh Ko
Woh Soudagar Hun, Main Ne Nafa Dekha Hai Khasare Mein

There is no longing in me for reward of the Judgment Day
I am the merchant who sees profit in the loss

Sukoon Na-Ashna Rehna Isse Saman-e-Hasti Hai
Tarap Kis Dil Ki Ya Rab Chup Ke Aa Baithi Hai Pare Mein

Being unaware of tranquility is existence for it
O God! Restlessness of which heart is residing in mercury

Sadaye Lan Tarani Sun Ke Ae Iqbal Mein Chup Hun
Taqazon Ki Kahan Taqat Hai Mujh Furqat Ke Mare Main

O Iqbal I am silent after hearing the call of “Lan Tarani”
Being afflicted with separation I have no strength for importunity