My epiphany of passion causes commotion in the precinct of the Divine Essence,
Strikes terror in the pantheon of His Attributes.
The houri and the angel are captives of my imaginations—
My glance ruffles Your Manifestations.
My quest is the architect of the Mosque and the idol‐house,
Though my song causes tumult both in the Ka‘bah and Somnath.
My sharp vision pierced through the core of existence;
Confounded by my illusions at yet another time.
Oh what a rash deed that You did not leave me hidden:
I was the only secret in the conscience of the universe!
Agar Kaj Ro Hain Anjum, Asman Tera Hai Ya Mera
Mujhe Fikar-e-Jahan Kyun Ho, Jahan Tera Hai Ya Mera?
If the stars have strayed—To whom do the heavens belong, You or Me?
Why must I worry about the world—To whom does this world belong, You or Me?
Agar Hangama Ha’ay Shauq Se Hai La-Makan Khali
Khata Kis Ki Hai Ya Rab ! La-Makan Tera Hai Ya Mera?
If the Placeless Realm Offers no lively scenes of passion and longing,
Whose fault is that, my Lord?—Does that realm belong to You or to me?
Usse Subah-e-Azal Inkaar Ki Juraat Hui Kyun Kar
Mujhe Maloom Kya, Woh Raazdan Tera Hai Ya Mera?
On the morning of eternity he dared to say ʹNoʹ,
But how would I know why—Is he Your confidant, or is he mine?
Muhammad (S.A.W.) Bhi Tera, Jibreel Bhi, Quran Bhi Tera
Magar Ye Harf-e-Shireen Tarjuman Tera Hai Ya Mera?
Muhammad (PBUH) is Yours, Gabriel is Yours, The Qurʹan is Yours—
But this discourse, This exposition in melodious tunes, Is it Yours or is it mine?
Issi Koukab Ki Tabani Se Hai Tera Jahan Roshan
Zawal-e-Adam-e-Khaki Zayan Tera Hai Ya Mera?
Your world is illuminated by the radiance of the same star
Whose loss was the fall of Adam, that creature of earth, Was it Yours or mine?
Tere Shishe Mein May Baqi Nahin Hai
Bata, Kya Tu Mera Saqi Nahi Hai
Samundar Se Mille Piyase Ko Shabnam
Bakheeli Hai Ye Razzaqi Nahin Hai
Gaisuay Tabdar Ko Aur Bhi Tabdar Kar
Hosh-o-Khirad Shakar Kar, Qalb-o-Nazar Shakar Kar
Bright are Your tresses: brighten them even more:
Ravish the senses and the mind, ravish the heart and the eyes.
Ishq Bhi Ho Hijab Mein, Husn Bhi Ho Hijab Mein
Ya Tu Khud Ashkar Ho Ya Mujhe Aashkar Kar
Love concealed, and beauty too!
Reveal Yourself to me, or reveal me to myself.
Tu Hai Muheet-e-Bekaran, Mein Hun Zara Si Aabjoo
Ya Mujhe Hamkinar Kar Ya Mujhe Bekinar Kar
You are the limitless ocean and I am but a tiny rivulet—
Either make Your peer or turn me limitless at least.
Main Hun Sadaf Tou Tere Hath Mere Guhar Ki Abroo
Mein Hun Khazaf Tou Tu Mujhe Gohar-e-Shahwar Kar
If I am a mother‐of‐pearl, the lustre of my pearl is in Your hands,
But if I am a piece of brick, give me a diamond’s sheen.
Naghma’ay Nau Bahar Agar Mere Naseeb Mein Na Ho
Iss Dam-e-Neem Souz Ko Taeerak-e-Bahar Kar
If I am not destined to sing at the advent of Spring,
Make this half‐enraptured breath a skylark of the Spring.
Bagh-e-Bahisht Se Mujhe Hukam-e-Safar Diya Tha Kyun
Kaar-e-Jahan Daraz Hai, Ab Mera Intizar Kar
Why did You order me to quit the Garden of Eden?—
Now there is much to be done here—so just wait for me!
Roz-e-Hisab Jab Mera Paish Ho Daftar-e-Amal
Aap Bhi Sharamsaar Ho, Mujh Ko Bhi Sharamsaar Kar
When the roll of my deeds is brought up on the Day of Reckoning,
Be ashamed as You will shame me.
Asar Kare Na Kare, Sun To Le Meri Faryad
Nahin Hai Dad Ka Talib Ye Banda’ay Azad
Whether or not it moves you, At least listen to my complaint—
It is not redress this free spirit seeks.
Ye Musht-e-Khaak, Ye Sar Sar, Ye Wusaat-e-Aflak
Karam Hai Ya Ke Sitam Teri Lazzat-e-Ijad
This handful of dust, this fiercely blowing wind, and these vast, limitless heavens—
Is the delight You take in creation a blessing or some wanton joke?
Thehar Saka Na Huwa’ay Chaman Mein Khaima’ay Gul
Ye Hai Fasal-e-Bahari, Ye Hai Baad-e-Murad
The tent of the rose could not withstand the wind blowing through the garden:
Is this the spring season, and this the auspicious wind?
Kasoorwar, Ghareeb-ud-Diyar Hun, Lekin
Tera Kharaba Farishte Na Kar Sake Abad
I am at fault, and in a foreign land,
But the angels never could make habitable that wasteland of yours.
Meri Jafa Talbi Ko Duaen Deta Hai
Woh Dasht-e-Sada, Woh Tera Jahan-e-Bebunyad
Gratefully remembers my love of hardship.
That stark wilderness, that insubstantial world of Yours
Khatar Pasand Tabiyat Ko Saazgaar Nahin
Woh Gulistan Ke Jahan Ghaat Mein Na Ho Sayyad
An adventurous spirit is ill at ease
In a garden where no hunter lies in ambush.
Maqam-e-Shauq Tere Qudsiyon Ke Bus Ka Nahin
Unhi Ka Kaam Hai Ye Jin Ke Hosle Hain Zayyad
The station of love is beyond the reach of Your angels,
Only those of dauntless courage are up to it.
Kya Ishq Aik Zindagi-e-Mastaar Ka
Kya Ishq Paidar Se Na-Paidar Ka
What avails love when life is so ephemeral?
What avails a mortal’s love for the immortal?
Woh Ishq Jis Ki Shama Bujha De Ajal Ki Phoonk
Uss Mein Maza Nahin Tapish-o-Intizaar Ka
Love that is snuffed out by death’s passing blast
Love without the pain, the passion that consumes
Meri Bisaat Kya Hai, Tab-o-Taab-e-Yak Nafas
Shole Se Bemehal Hai Ulajhna Sharaar Ka
A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance
Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame!
Kar Pehle Mujh Ko Zindagi Javidan Atta
Phir Zauq-o-Shauq Dekh Dil-e-Beqarar Ka
Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord,
and mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love.
Kanta Woh De Ke Jis Ki Khatak La-zawal Ho
Ya Rab! Woh Dard Jis Ki Kasak La-zawal Ho
Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain
An agony that lacerates my soul for ever.
Dilon Ko Markaz-e-Mehar-o-Wafa Kar
Hareem-e-Kibriya Se Ashna Kar
Make our hearts the seats of mercy and love,
And make them in Thy thought for ever move;
Jise Naan-e-Jaween Bakhshi Hai Tu Ne
Usse Bazoo-e-Haider (R.A.) Bhi Atta Kar
To one whom gavest Thou poor means to live.
Give the invincible power of Ali (R.A.) the brave.
Preshan Ho Ke Meri Khaak Akhir Dil Na Ban Jaye
Jo Mushkil Ab Hai Ya Rab Phir Wohi Mushkil Na Ban Jaye
My scattered dust charged with Love the shape of heart may take at last:
O God, the grief that bowed me then may press me down as in the past!
Na Kar Dain Mujh Ko Majboor-e-Nawa Firdous Mein Hoorain
Mera Souz-e-Daroon Phir Garmi-e-Mehfil Na Ban Jaye
The Maids of Eden by their charm may arouse my urge for song:
The flame of Love that burns in me, May fire the zeal of Celestial Throng!
Kabhi Chhori Huwi Manzil Bhi Yaad Ati Hai Raahi Ko
Khatak Si Hai, Jo Sinay Mein, Gham-e-Manzil Na Ban Jaye
The pilgrim’s mind can dwell at times on spots and stages left behind:
My heed for spots and places crossed, From the Quest may turn my mind!
Banaya Ishq Ne Darya’ay Na-Payda Karan Mujh Ko
Ye Meri Khud Nigahdari Mera Sahil Na Ban Jaye
By the mighty force of Love I am turned to Boundless Deep:
I fear that my self‐regard, Me, for aye, on shore may keep!
Kahin Iss Alam-e-Be-Rang-o-Bu Mein Bhi Talab Meri
Wohi Afsana-e-Dunbala-e-Mehmil Na Ban Jaye
My hectic search for aim and end, In life that smell and hue doth lack,
May get renown like lover’s tale, Who riding went on litter’s track!
Urooj-e-Adam-e-Khaki Se Anjum Sehme Jate Hain
Ke Ye Toota Hua Tara Mah-e-Kamil Na Ban Jaye
The rise of clay‐born man hath smit the hosts of heaven with utter fright:
They dread that this fallen star to moon may wax with fuller light.
Dirgargoon Hai, Jahan, Taaron Ki Garzish Taiz Hai Saqi
Dil Har Zarra Mein Ghogha’ay Rasta Khaiz Hai Saqi
Contrary runs our planet, the stars whirl fast, oh Saki!
In every atom’s heartbeat a Doomsday blast, oh Saki!
Mataa-e-Deen-o-Danish Lut Gyi Allah Walon Ki
Ye Kis Kafir Ada Ka Ghamzada’ay Khoonraiz Hai Saqi
Torn from God’s congregation its dower of faith and reason,
And godlessness in fatal allurement dressed, oh Saki!
Wohi Daireena Bemari, Wohi Na-Mehkami Dil Ki
Ilaj Iss Ka Wohi Aab-e-Nishaat Anghaiz Hai Saqi
For our inveterate sickness, our wavering heart, the cure—
That same joy‐dropping nectar as in the past, oh Saki.
Haram Ke Dil Mein Souz-e-Arzoo Payda Nahin Hota
Ke Paidai Teri Ab Tak Hijab Amaiz Hai Saqi
Within Islam’s cold temple no fire of longing stirs,
For still your face is hidden, veiled and unguessed, oh Saki.
Na Utha Phir Koi Rumi Ajam Ke Lala-Zaaron Se
Wohi Aab-o-Gill-e-Iran, Wohi Tabraiz Hai Saqi
Unchanged is Persia’s garden: soil, stream, Tabriz, unchanged;
And yet with no new Rumi is her land graced, oh Saki.
Nahin Hai Na-Umeed Iqbal Apni Kisht-e-Weeran Se
Zara Nam Ho To Ye Mitti Bohat Zarkhaiz Hai Saqi
But of his barren acres Iqbal will not despair:
A little rain, and harvests shall wave at last, oh Saki!
Faqeer-e-Rah Ko Bakhshe Ga’ay Asrar-e-Sultani
Baha Meri Nawa Ki Doulat-e-Pervaiz Hai Saqi
On me, a beggar, secrets of empire are bestowed;
My songs are worth the treasures Parvez amassed, oh Saki.
La Phir Ek Baar Wohi Bada-o-Jaam Ae Saqi
Haath Aa Jaye Mujhe Mera Maqam Ae Saqi
Set out once more that cup, that wine, oh Saki—
Let my true place at last be mine, oh Saki!
Teen Sou Saal Se Hain Hind Ke Maikhane Band
Ab Munasib Hai Tera Faiz Ho Aam Ae Saqi
Three centuries India’s wine‐shops have been closed,
And now for your largesse we pine, oh Saki;
Meri Meenaye Ghazal Mein Thi Zara Si Baqi
Sheikh Kehta Hai K Hai Ye Bhi Haraam Ae Saqi
My flask of poetry held the last few drops—
Unlawful, says our crabb’d devine, oh Saki.
Sher Mardon Se Huwa Baisha-e-Tehqeeq Tehi
Reh Gye Sufi-o-Mullah Ke Ghulam Ae Saqi
Truth’s forest hides no lion‐hearts now:
Men grovel before the priest, or the saint’s shrine, oh Saki.
Ishq Ki Taigh-e-Jigardar Ura Li Kis Ne
Ilm Ke Hath Mein Khali Hai Niyam Ae Saqi
Who has borne off Love’s valiant sword?
About an empty scabbard Wisdom’s hands twine, oh Saki.
Tu Meri Raat Ko Mehtaab Se Mehroom Na Rakh
Tere Paimane Mein Hai Mah-e-Tamam Ae Saqi !
Bereave not of its moon my night;
I see a full moon in your goblet shine, oh Saki!