(Bal-e-Jibril-025) Tu Abhi Reh Guzar Mein Hai, Qaid-e-Maqam Se Guzer

(London Mein Likhe Gye)
(Written in London)

Tu Abhi Reh Guzr Mein Hai, Qaid-e-Maqam Se Guzr

Misr-o-Hijaz Se Guzr, Paras-o-Shaam Se Guzr

You are yet region‐bound, Transcend the limits of space;

Transcend the narrow climes of the East and the West.

Jis Ka Amal Hai Be-Gharz, Uss Ki Jaza Kuch Aur Hai

Hoor-o-Khiyaam Se Guzr, Badah-o-Jaam Se Guzr

For selfless deeds of men rewards are less mundane;

Transcend the houris’ glances, the pure, celestial wine. 

Garcha Hai Dilkusha Bohat Husn-e-Farang Ki Bahar

Taeerik-e-Buland Baal, Dana-o-Daam Se Guzr

Ravishing in its power is beauty in the West;

You bird of paradise, resist this earthly trap.

Koh Shigaaf Teri Zarb, Tujh Se Kushaad-e-Sharq-o-Gharb

Taigh-e-Hilal Ki Tarah Aesh-e-Niyam Se Guzr

With a mountain‐cleaving assault, bridging the East and West,

Despise all defences, and become a sheathless sword. 

Tera Imam Be Huzoor, Teri Namaz Be Suroor

Aesi Namaz Se Guzr, Aese Imam Se Guzr

Your imam is unabsorbed, Your prayer is uninspired,

Forsake an imam like him, forsake a prayer like this

(Bal-e-Jibril-024) Alam-e-Aab-o-Khak-o-Bad ! Sir-e-Ayan Hai Tu Ke Main (عالم و آب و خاک و باد! سر عیاں ہے تو کہ میں) Fabric of earth and wind and wave! Who is the secret, you or I

Alam-e-Aab-o-Khaak-o-Baad ! Sirr-e-Ayaan Hai Tu Ke Main

Woh Jo Nazar Se Hai Nahan, Uss Ka Jahan Hai Tu Ke Main

Fabric of earth and wind and wave! Who is the secret, you or I,

Brought into light? Or who the dark world of what hides yet, you or I?

Woh Shab-e-Dard-o-Souz-o-Gham, Kehte Hain Zindagi Jise

Uss Ki Sahar Hai Tu Ke Main, Uss Ki Azaan Hai Tu Ke Main

Here in this night of grief and pain, trouble and toil, that men call life,

Who is the dawn, or who dawn’s prayer cried from the minaret, you or I?

Kis Ki Namood Ke Liye Shaam-o-Sahar Hain Garam-e-Sair

Shana’ay Rozgar Par Bar-e-Garan Hai Tu Ke Main

Who is the load that Time and Space bear on their shoulder? Who the prize

Run for with fiery feet by swift daybreak and sunset, you or I?

Tu Kaf-e-Khaak-o-Bebasar, Main Kaf-e-Khaak-o-Khud Nigar

Kisht-e-Wujood Ke Liye Aab-e-Rawan Hai Tu Ke Main

You are a pinch of dust and blind, I am a pinch of dust that feels;

Through the dry land, Existence, who flows like a stream-let, you or I?

(Bal-e-Jibril-023) Woh Harf-e-Raaz Ke Mujh Ko Sikha Gaya Hai Janoon (وہ حرف راز کے مجھ کو سکھا گیا ہے جنوں) The breath of Gabriel if God on me bestow

Woh Harf-e-Raaz Ke Mujh Ko Sikha Gya Hai Junoon

Khuda Mujhe Nafs-e-Jibraeel De To Kahoon

The breath of Gabriel if God on me bestow,

I may in words express what Love has made me know.

Sitara Kya Meri Taqdeer Ki Khabar De Ga

Woh Khud Farakhi-e-Aflaak Mein Hai Khwaar-o-Zaboon

How can the stars foretell what future holds in store?

They roam perplex’d and mean in skies that have no shore. 

Hayat Kya Hai, Khiyal-o-Nazar Ki Majzoobi

Khudi Ki Mout Hai Andesha Ha’ay Goonagoon

o fix one’s mind and gaze on goal is life, in fact:

To ego’s death to lead the thoughts that mind distract.

Ajab Maza Hai, Mujhe Lazzat-e-Khudi De Kar

Woh Chahte Hain Ke Main Apne Aap Mein Na Rahoon

How strange! The bliss of self having bestowed on me,

God mighty will that I beside myself should be.

Zameer-e-Paak-o-Nigah-e-Buland-o-Masti-e-Shauq

Na Maal-o-Doulat-e-Qaroon, Na Fikar-e-Aflatoon

Clean conscience, lofty gaze and zeal is all I hold.

I neither like nor claim Plato’s thought or Croesus’ gold:

Sabaq Mila Hai Ye Miraaj-E-Mustafa (S.A.W.) Se Mujhe

Ke Alam-e-Bashriyat Ki Zad Mein Hai Gardoon

By Holy Prophet (PBUH)’s Ascent this truth to me was taught,

Within the reach of man high heavens can be brought.

Ye Kainat Abhi Na-Tamam Hai Shaid

Ke Aa Rahi Hai Damadam Sada’ay ‘Kun Fayakoon’

The Life perhaps is still raw and incomplete:

Be and it becomes e’er doth a voice repeat.

Elaj Atish-E-Rumi Ke Soz Mein Hai Tera

Teri Khirad Pe Hai Ghalib Farangion Ka Fasoon

The West hath cast a spell on yours heart and mind:

In Rumi’s burning flame a cure for yourself find.

Ussi Ke Faiz Se Meri Nigah Hai Roshan

Ussi Ke Faiz Se Mere Saboo Mein Hai Jehoon

Through his bounty great my vision shines and glows,

And mighty Oxus too in my pitcher flows.

(Bal-e-Jibril-022) Ye Kon Ghazal Khawan Hai, Pur Soz-o-Nishat Angaiz (یہ کون غزل خواں ہے ، پر سوز و نشاط انگیز) Who is this composer of ghazals, who is burningly passionate and cheerful?

Ye Kon Ghazal Khawan Hai, Pursouz-o-Nishat Angaiz

Andesha’ay Dana Ko Karta Hai Junoon Amaiz

Who is this composer of ghazals, who is burningly passionate and cheerful?

He makes the thoughts of the wise full of madness.

Gau Faqr Bhi Rakhta Hai Andaz-e-Mulookana

Na-Pukhta Hai Pervaizi Be-Saltanat-e-Pervaiz

Although faqr also has royal characteristics,

Kingship is only half complete without a kingdom.

Ab Hujra’ay Sufi Mein Woh Faqr Nahin Baqi

Khoon-e-Dil-e-Shairan Ho Jis Faqr Ki Dastavaiz

Now in the cell of the Sufi, the same faqr has not remained—

The poverty whose charter is written in the blood of the hearts of lions.

Ae Halqa’ay Darveshan! Who Mard-e-Khuda Kaisa

Ho Jis Ke Gireeban Mein Hangama’ay Rastakhaiz

Ah circle of dervishes, see how the man of God is,

In whose collar is the tumult of Judgement’s Day—

Jo Zakr Ki Garmi Se Shaule Ki Tarah Roshan

Jo Fikar Ki Sura’at Mein Bajli Se Zaida Taez !

—who is as bright as a flame by the heat of repetition of God’s name;

Who is quicker than the lightning by the swiftness of his thought.

Karti Hai Mulookiat Asaar-e-Junoon Paida

Allah Ke Nashtar Hain Taimoor Ho Ya Changaiz

Kingship gives rise to signs of madness—

They are the scalpels of Allah, be they Taimur of Genghis.

Yun Dad-e-Sukhan Mujh Ko Dete Hain Iraq-o-Paras

Ye Kafir-e-Hindi Hai Be Taeg-o-Sanaan Khoonraiz

Thus Iraq and Persia give me praise for my verse:

This Indian infidels sheds blood without swords or spears.

(Bal-e-Jibril-021) Ghulami Kya Hai? Zauq-e-Husn-o-Zaibai Se Mehroomi (غلامی کیا ہے؟ ذوق و حسن و زیبائی سے محرومی) Slavery—exile from the love of beauty

Ghulami Kya Hai? Zauq-e-Husn-o-Zaibai Se Mehroomi

Jise Zaiba Kahin Azad Bande, Hai Wohi Zaiba

Slavery—exile from the love of beauty:

Beauty—whatever free men reckon so;

Bharosa Kar Nahin Sakte Ghulamon Ki Baseerat Par

Ke Dunya Mein Faqat Mardan-e-Hur Ki Ankh Hai Beena

Trust no slave’s eyes, clear sight and liberty

Go hand in hand. His own resolves bestow

Wohi Hai Sahib-e-Amroz Jis Ne Apni Himat Se 

Zamane Ke Sumander Se Nikala Gohar-e-Farda

The empire of To‐day on him who fishes

To‐morrow’s pearl up from Time’s undertow.

Farangi Shisha Gar Kar Ke Fun Se Pathar Ho Gye Pani

Meri Ikseer Ne Shishe Ko Bakhshi Sakhti-e-Khara

The Frankish glassblowers’ arts can make stone run:

My alchemy makes glass flint‐hard.

Rahe Hain, Aur Hain Firon Meri Ghaat Mein Ab Tak

Magar Kya Gham Ke Meri Asteen Mein Hai Yad-e-Baiza

Pharaoh plotted and plots against me; but what harm?

Heaven lifts my hand, like Moses’, white as snow;

Who Chingari Khas-o-Khashaak Se Kis Tarah Dab Jaye

Jise Haq Ne Kiya Ho Neestan Ke Wastay Paida

Earth’s rubbish‐heaps can never quell this spark

God struck to light whole deserts, His flambeau!

Mohabbat Khaweshtan Beeni, Mohabbat Khwaestan Dari

Mohabbat Astan-e-Qaisar-o-Kasra Se Beparwa

Love, self‐beholding, self‐sustaining, stands

Un‐awed at the gates of Caesar or Khosro;

Ajab kya Gar Meh-o-Parveen Mere Nakhcheer Ho Jaen

‘Ke Bar Fatraak-e-Sahib Doulatay Bistam Sar-e-Khud Ra’

If moon or Pleiades fall my prey, what wonder—

Myself bound fast to the Prophet’s saddle‐bow!

Woh Dana’ay Subul, Khatam-Ur-Rusul, Moula’ay Kul (S.A.W.) Jis Ne

Ghubar-e-Rah Ko Bakhsha Farogh-e-Wadi-e-Sina

He—Guide, Last Envoy, Lord of All—

Lent brightness of Sinai to our dust; 

Nigah-e-Ishq-o-Masti Mein Wohi Awal, Wohi Akhir

Wohi Quran, Wohi Furqan, Wohi Yasin, Wohi Taha

Love’s eyes, not slow to kindle, hail him Alpha and Omega,

Chapter, and Word, and Book. I would not go

Sanayi Ke Adab Se Mein Ne Gawwasi Na Ki Warna

Abhi Iss Behar Mein Baqi Hain Lakhon Lulu’ay Lala

Pearl‐diving there, for reverence of Sina‘i;

But in these tides a million pearls still grow.

(Bal-e-Jibril-020) Bohat Dekhe Hain Main Ne Mashriq-o-Maghrib Ke Maikhane (بہت دیکھے ہیں میں نے مشرق و مغرب کے مے خانے) I have seen many a wine‐shop East and West

Bohat Dekhe Hain Main Ne Mashriq-o-Maghrib Ke May Khane

Yahan Saqi Nahin Payda, Wahan Be-Zauq Hai Sehba

I have seen many a wine‐shop East and West;

But here no Saki, there in the grape no glow.

Na Iran Main Rahe Baqi, Na Tooran Mein Rahe Baqi

Woh Banday Faqr Tha Jin Ka Halaak-e-Qaisar-o-Kasra

In Iran no more, in Tartary no more,

Those world‐renouncers who could overthrow

Yehi Sheikh-e-Haram Hai Jo Chura Kar Baich Khata Hai

Galeem-e-Bu Zar (R.A.)-o-Dalaq-e-Awais (R.A)-o-Chadar-e-Zahra (R.A.)

Great kings; the Prophet’s heir filches and sells

The blankets of the Prophet’s kin.

Huzoor-e-Haq Mein Israfeel Ne Meri Shikayat Ki

Ye Banda Waqt Se Pehle Qayamat Kar Na De Barpa

When to The Lord I was denounced for crying Doomsday

Too soon, by that Archangel who must blow Its trumpet

Nida Ayi Ke Ashob-e-Qayamat Se Ye Kya Kam Hai

‘Garaftah Cheeniyan Ahram-o-Makki Khufta Dar Batha’

(Ye Misra Haheem Sanai R.A. Ka Hai)

God made answer—Is Doomsday far

When Makkah sleeps while China worships?—

Labalab Shisha’ay Tehzeeb-e-Hazir Hai Ma’ay ‘LA’ Se

Magar Saqi Ke Hathon Mein Nahin Paymana’ay ‘ILLAH’

Though the bowl of faith finds none to pour, the beaker

Of modern thought brims with the wine of No.

Daba Rakha Hai Uss Ko Zakhmawer Ki Taiz Dasti Ne

Bohat Neeche Suron Mein Hai Abhi Yourap Ka Wavela

Subdued by the dexterous fiddler’s chords there murmurs

In the lowest string the wail of Europe’s woe—

Issi Darya Se Uthti Hai Woh Mouj-e-Tund Joulan Bhi

Nehnangon Ke Nasheman Jis Se Hote Hain Teh-o-Bala

Her waters that have bred the shark now breed

The storm‐wave that will smash its den below!

(Bal-e-Jibril-019) Sama Sakta Nahin Pehna'ay Fitrat Mein Mera Soda (سما سکتا نہیں پہناے فطرت میں میرا سودا) All Nature’s vastness cannot contain you, oh

In November, 1933, His Majesty the Leader of the Faithful the now‐martyred Nadir Shah Ghazi granted the author permission to visit the shrine of The sage Sana‘i of Ghazna. These verses were written in commemoration of the event, in imitation of a famous panegyric by the poet—
‘We are coming after Sina‘i and Attar.’

Sama Sakta Nahin Pehna’ay Fitrat Mein Mera Soda

Galat Tha Ae Junoon Shaid Tera Andaza’ay Sehra

English Translation by AllamIqbal.com

All Nature’s vastness cannot contain you, oh

My madness: vain, those wanderings to and fro In deserts!

English Translation in Simple Words (By this website owner)

All Nature's Vastness cannot contain My Passion (It is more vast than Nature's Vastness)

Perhaps, My fondness had wrongly estimated the dessert's size

Khudi Se Iss Tilism-E-Rang-O-Boo Ko Torh Sakte Hain

Yehi Touheed Thi Jis Ko Na Tu Samjha Na Mein Samjha

 By self-hood only are the spells of sense broken,

That power we did not know.

With the Power of Self, the magic of color and smell can be broken

That was the Real Faith which neither you understood nor I

رنگ و بو سے مراد دنیاوی چمک دمک ، طور طریقے، اخلاقی غلامی  ہیں

Nigah Payda Kar Ae Ghafil Tajali Aen-E-Fitrat Hai

Ke Apni Mouj Se Begana Reh Sakta Nahin Darya

Rub your eyes, sluggard! Light is Nature’s law,

And not unknown to Ocean its waves flow.

Discover your vision O sluggish Man, Manifestation is exactly according to Nature

Because ocean cannot stay without its wave.  

Raqabat Ilm-O-Irfan Mein Galat Beeni Hai Manbar Ki

Ke Woh Hallaj Ki Sooli Ko Samjha Hai Raqeeb Apna

Where reason and revelation war, faith errs

To think the Mystic on his cross its foe,

Rostrum (Ulemas) has wrongly perceived the rivalry of Knowledge and Wisdom (In actual, there is no rivalry)

Because he thinks the Revelation (Mystic Hallaj on his cross) as his foe

Khuda Ke Pak Bandon Ko Hukoomat Mein, Ghulami Mein

Zirah Koi Agar Mehfooz Rakhti Hai To Istagna

For God’s pure souls, in thralldom or on thrones,

Have one safe shield, his scorn of this world’s show.

For God's pure Men, whether in Power or in slavery

 Only safe shield is Independence

Na Kar Taqleed Ae Jibraeel Mere Jazb-O-Masti Ki

Tan Asan Arshiyon Ko Zikr-O-Tasbeeh-O-Taawaf Aola !

But do not, Gabriel, envy my rapture:

Better for Heaven’s dounce folk the prayer and the beads’ neat row!

O Gabrial do not follow my absorption and enthusiasm

 For trouble free sky creatures, its better to do prayers, count beads and go round !