Gham woh sahrā-e-tamannā ke bagooley ki tarah
غم وہ صحرائے تمنّا کہ بگولے کی طرح
Jis ko manzil na mili us ko bikhar jāna hai
جس کو منزل نہ ملی اُس کو بکھر جانا ہے
— Ahmad Faraz
— احمد فرازؔ
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زمیں کی پُشت تحمل سے دُہری ہو جائے
Zameen ki pusht tahammul se duhari ho jaaye
اگر وہ بوجھ اٹھائے جو ہم اُٹھاتے ہیں
Agar woh bojh uthaye jo hum uthatay hain
ہمیں بُجھانے کو اندر کا حبس کافی ہے
Humein bujhanay ko andar ka habs kaafi hai
ہوا مزاجوں کا احسان کم اُٹھاتے ہیں
Hawa mizajon ka ehsaan kam uthatay hain
— پروینؔ شاکر
— Parveen Shakir
Parkhna mat, parakhne mein koi apna nahin rehta
پرکھنا مت، پرکھنے میں کوئی اپنا نہیں رہتا
Kisi bhi aaine mein der tak chehra nahin rehta
کسی بھی آئینے میں دیر تک چہرہ نہیں رہتا
Baday logon se milne mein hamesha faasla rakhna
بڑے لوگوں سے ملنے میں ہمیشہ فاصلہ رکھنا
Jahan darya samundar se mila, darya nahin rehta
جہاں دریا سمندر سے ملا، دریا نہیں رہتا
بشیر بدر
Eagle Poem
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
By Joy Harjo
I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come
I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
Not having entered
the battlefield
I’m already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not
Translated by: Fereydoun Kia
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sports,
Age’s breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy theeO sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay’st too long
William Shakespeare
