Bang-e-Dra-005) Abar-e-Kohsar

Abar-e-Kohsar (or Kuhsar کہسار )
The Cloud On The Mountain

Hai Bulandi Se Falak Bos Nasheman Mera

Abar E Kuhsar Hun Gul Pash Hai Daman Mera

Elevation bestows the sky’s nearness to my abode

I am the mountain’s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses 

Kabhi Sehra, Kabhi Gulzar Hai Maskan Mera

Sheher O Wirana Mera, Beher Mera, Ban Mera

Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode

City and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine

Kisi Wadi Mein Jo Manzoor Ho Sona Mujh Ko

Sabza E Koh Hai Makhmal Ka Bichona Mujh Ko

If I want to return to some valley for the night

The mountain’s verdure is my carpet of velvet

Mujh Ko Qudrat Ne Sikhaya Hai Dur Afsan Hona

Naqa E Shahid E Rehmat Ka Hudi Khawan Hona

Nature has taught me to be a pearl spreader

To chant the camel song for the camel of the Beloved of Mercy 

Ghamzada E Dil E Afsurda E Dehqan Hona

Ronaq E Bazm E Jawanan E Gulistan Hona

To be the comforter of the dispirited farmer’s heart

To be the elegance of the assembly of the garden’s trees

Ban Ke Gaisu Rukh E Hasti Pe Bikhar Jata Hun

Shana E Moja E Ser Ser Se Sanwar Jata Hun Mein

I spread out over the face of the earth like the locks

I get arranged and adorned by the breeze’s 

Door Se Didah E Umeed Ko Tersata Hun Mein

Kisi Basti Se Jo Khamosh Guzar Jata Hun

I tantalize the expecting eye from a distance

As I pass silently over some habitation

Saer Kerta Huwa Jis Dam Lab E Ju Aata Hun

Baliyan Neher Ko Gerdab Ki Pehnata Hun

As I approach strolling towards a brook’s bank

I endow the brook with ear rings of whirlpools

Sabza E Mazere Nokhaiz Ki Umeed Hun Mein

Zadah E Beher Hun, Perwerdah E Khurshid Hun

I am the hope of the freshly grown field’s verdure

I am the ocean’s offspring, I am nourished by the sun

Chasma E Koh Ko Di Shorish E Qulzum Mein Ne

Aur Perindon Ko Kiya Mehev E Tarannum Mein Ne

I gave ocean’s tumult to the mountain spring

I charmed the birds into thrilling chants

Ser Pe Sabze Ke Khare Ho Ke Kaha Qum Mein Ne

Gunchae Gul Ko Diya Zauq E Tabassum Mein Ne

I pronounced “Rise” standing by the verdure’s head

I conferred the taste for smile to the rose bud

Faiz Se Mere Namoone Hain Shabistanon Ke

Jhonpare Daman E Kuhsar Mein Dehqanon Ke

By my benevolence farmers’ huts on the mountain side

Are converted into bed chambers of the opulent