THE ANSWER TO THE COMPLAINT Dil Se Jo Baat Nikalti Hai, Asar Rakhti Hai Par Nahin, Taaqat-e-Parwaaz Magar Rakhti Hai When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to lyres, Some magic wings man’s music then, his song with soul inspires; Qudsi-Ul-Asal Hai, Riffat Pe Nazar Rakhti Hai Khaak Se Uthti Hai, Gardoon Pe Guzar Rakhti Hai Man’s words are sacred then, they soar, The ears of heaven they seek, From dust those mortal accents rise, Immortals hear them speak; Ishq Tha Fitna Gar-o-Sarkash-o-Chalaak Mera Aasman Cheer Gaya Nala-e-Bebaak Mera So wild and wayward was my Love, such tumult raised its sighs, Before its daring swiftly fell the ramparts of the skies. Peer-e-Gardoon Ne Kaha Sun Ke, Kahin Hai Koi! Bole Sayyaare, Sar-e-Arsh-e-Bareen Hai Koi! The skies exclaimed in wonderment, “Some one is hiding here,” The wheeling Planets paused to say, “Seek on the highest sphere.” Chaand Kahta Tha, Nahin, Ahl-e-Zameen Hai Koi! Kehkashaan Kehti Thi, Poshida Yahin Hai Koi! The silver Moon said, “You are wrong, Some mortal it must be,” The Milky Way too joined converse, “Here in our midst is he.’’ Kuch Jo Samjha Tau Mere Shikwe Ko Rizwan Samjha Mujhe Jannat Se Nikala Huwa Insan Samjha Rizwan alone, my plaintive voice began to recognise, He knew me for a human who had lost his Paradise. Thi Farishton Ko Bhi Hairat, Ke Yeh Awaz Hai Kya! Arsh Walon Pe Bhi Khulta Nahin Yeh Raaz Hai Kya! And even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange, Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range. Taa Sar-e-Arsh Bhi Insan Ki Tag-o-Taaz Hai Kya? Aa Gyi Khak Ki Chutki Ko Bhi Parwaaz Hai Kya? They said, “Can Man now roving come and reach these regions high? That tiny speck of mortal clay, has it now learnt to fly? Ghafil Aadaab Se Yeh Sukkaan-e-Zameen Kaise Hain Shokh-o-Gustakh Yeh Pasti Ke Makeen Kaise Hain! How little do these beings of earth the laws of conduct know; How coarse and insolent they are, these men who live below. Iss Qadar Shokh Ke Allah Se Bhi Barham Hai Tha Jo Masjood-e-Malaeek Yeh Wohi Aadam Hai? So great their insolence indeed, they dare even God upbraid! Is this the Man to whom their bow the Angels once had made? Alam-e-Kaif Hai, Dana-e-Ramooz-e-Kam Hai Haan, Magar Ijz Ke Asrar Se Namehram Hai Of Quality and Quantity He knows the secrets, true— The ways of humbleness as well If he a little knew! Naaz Hai Taaqat-e-Guftaar Pe Insanon Ko Baat Karne Ka Saliqa Nahin Nadanon Ko! That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be, Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.”
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 08:13:11 +0000
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