(Bang-e-Dra-034) Tasveer-e-Dard (تصویر درد) The Portrait Of Anguish
The Portrait Of Anguish
Khamoshi Guftugu Hai, Be-Zubani Hai Zuban Meri
My story is not indebted to the patience of being heard
My silence is my talk, my speechlessness is my speech
Yahan To Baat Karne Ko Tarasti Hai Zuban Meri
Why does this custom of silencing exist in your assembly?
My tongue is tantalized to talk in this assembly
Chaman Mein Har Taraf Bikhri Huwi Hai Dastan Meri
Some leaves were picked up by the tulip, some by the narcissus, some by the rose
My story is scattered around everywhere in the garden
Chaman Walon Ne Mil Kar Loot Li Tarz-e-Faghan Meri
The turtle‐doves, parrots, and nightingales pilfered away
The garden’s denizens jointly robbed away my plaintive way
Sarapa Darun Hun, Hasrat Bhari Hai Dastan Meri
O Candle! Drip like tears from the eye of the moth
Head to foot pathos I am, full of longing is my story
Hayat-e-Javidan Meri! Na Marg-e-Naghaan Meri !
O God! What is the pleasure of living so in this world?
Neither the eternal life, nor the sudden death is mine
Woh Gul Hon Main, Khazan Har Gul Ki Hai Goya Khazan Meri
This is not only my wailing, but is that of the entire garden
I am a rose, to me every rose’ autumn is my autumn
Za-Faiz-e-Dil Tapeedan Ha Kharosh-e-Be Nafas Daram”
“In this grief‐stricken land, in life‐long spell of the caravan’s bell I am
From the palpitating heart’s bounties the silent clamor I have“
Khushi Roti Hai Jis Ko, Main Woh Mehroom-e-Mussarat Hun
In the world’s garden unaware of pleasant company I am
Whom happiness still mourns, that hapless person I am
Main Harf-e-Zair-e-Lab, Sharminda’ay Gosh-e-Sama’at Hun
Speech itself sheds tears at my ill luck
Silent word, longing for an eager ear I am
Sikandar Hun Ke Aaeena Hun Ya Gard-e-Kadoorat Hun
I am a mere handful of scattered dust but I do not know
Whether Alexander or a mirror or just dust and scum I am
Sarapa Noor Ho Jis Ki Haqiqat, Main Woh Zulmat Hun
Despite all this my existence is the Divine Purpose
Embodiment of light is whose reality, that darkness I am
Kisi Ko Kya Khabar Hai Main Kahan Hun Kis Ki Doulat Hun!
I am a treasure, concealed in the wilderness dust
No one knows where I am, or whose wealth I am?
Main Woh Chotti Si Dunya Hon Ke Ap Apni Walayat Hon
My insight is not obligated to the stroll of existence
That small world I am whose sovereign myself I am
Main Iss Mai Khana-e-Hasti Mein Har Shay Ki Haqiqat Hun
Neither wine, nor cup‐bearer, nor ecstasy, nor goblet I am
But the truth of everything in the existence’ tavern I am
Wohi Kehta Hun Jo Kuch Samne Aankhon Ke Ata Hai
My heart’s mirror shows me both world’s secrets
I relate exactly what I witness before my eyes
Ke Baam-e-Arsh Ke Taa’ir Hain Mere Hum Zubanon Mein
I am bestowed with such speech among the elegant speakers
That the birds of the ‘Arsh’s roof are concordant with me
Mera Aeena’ay Dil Hai Qaza Ke Raaz Danon Mein
This also is an effect of my tumultuous love
That my heart’s mirrors are Destiny’s confidante
Ke Ibrat Khaiz Hai Tera Fasana Sub Fasanon Mein
Your spectacle makes me shed tears, O India!
Your tales are admonitory among all the tales
Likha Kalk-e-Azal Ne Mujh Ko Tere Noha Khawanon Mein
Conferring the wailing on me is like conferring everything
Since eternity Destiny’s pen has put me where all your mourners are
Teri Qismat Se Razm Arayan Hain Baghbanon Mein
O gardener do not leave even the rose‐petals’ trace in this garden!
By your misfortune war preparations are afoot among the gardeners
Anadil Bagh Ke Ghafil Na Baithen Ashiyon Mein
The sky has kept thunderbolts concealed up its sleeve
Garden’s nightingales should not slumber in their nests
Wazifa Jaan Kar Perhte Hain Taair Bostanon Mein
Listen to my call, O imprudent one! This is something which
The birds in gardens are reciting like the daily prayers
Teri Barbadiyon Ke Mashware Hain Asmanon Mein
Think of the homeland, O ignorant one! Hard times are coming
Conspiracies for your destruction are afoot in the heavens
Dhara Kya Hai Bhala Ehd-e-Kuhan Ki Dastnon Mein
Pay attention to what is happening and what is going to happen
What good there is in repeating the tales of the old glories?
Zameen Par Tu Ho Aur Teri Sada Ho Asmanon Mein
How long will you remain silent? Create taste for complaint!
You should be on the earth, so your cries be in the heavens!
Tumhari Dastan Tak Bhi Na Ho Gi Daston Mein
You will be annihilated if you do not understand, O people of India!
Even your tales will disappear from the world’s chronicles
Jo Hai Rah-e-Amal Mein Gaamzan, Mehboob-e-Fitrat Hai
This is the law of Nature, this is the order of Nature
Those who tread dynamism’s path, are the darlings of Nature
Lahoo Ro Ro Ke Mehfil Ko Gulistan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
I will surely exhibit all my hidden wounds today
I will surely change assembly to a garden with blood‐mixed tears
Teri Tareek Raaton Mein Charaghan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
I have to light every heart’s candle with hidden pathos
I will surely create bright illumination in your darkness
Chaman Mein Musht-e-Khak Apni Preshan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
So that love‐cognizant hearts be created like rose‐buds
I will surely scatter around my handful of dust in the garden
Jo Muskhil Hai, To Iss Mushkil Ki Asan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
If stringing these scattered pearls in a single rosary
Is difficult, I will surely make this difficult task easy
Ke Main Dagh-e-Mohabbat Ko Numayan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
O Companion! Leave me alone in the soul-searching effort
As I will surely exhibit this mark of the ardent Love
Tujhe Bhi Soorat-e-Aaeena Hairan Kar Ke Chorun Ga
I will show the world what my eyes have seen
I will surely make you also bewildered like a mirror
Zamane Ki Tabiyat Ka Taqaza Dekh Leti Hai
The discerning eye sees every thing covered in veils
It does see the exigencies of the nature of times
Guzri Umer Pasti Mein Misal-e-Naqsh-e-Pa Tu Ne
You have not acquainted your heart with pleasure of dignity
You have passed your entire life in humility like foot‐prints
Kiya Bairoon-e-Mehfil Se Na Hairat Ashna Tu Ne
You always remained entangled inside the assembly, but
Have not acquainted yourself with the world outside the assembly
Magar Dekhi Na Iss Aaeene Mein Apni Ada Tu Ne
You have continued loving the charm of material beauties
But you have never seen your own elegance in this mirror
Ye Tasveerain Hain Teri Jin Ko Samjha Hai Bura Tu Ne
Give up prejudice O imprudent one! In the world’s glass house
They are your own pictures which you have taken as evil ones
Sapand Aasa Girah Mein Bandh Rakhi Hai Sada Tu Ne
Become embodiment of the wail of tyranny of life’s pathos!
You have concealed sound in your pocket like the rue seed
Kaf-e-Aaeena Par Baandhi Hai O Nadan Hina Tu Ne
Clarity of heart has nothing to do with external decorations
O imprudent one! You have applied myrtle to mirror’s palm
Ghazab Hai Satar-e-Quran Ko Chalipa Kar Diya Tu Ne !
Not only the earth even the sky is bewailing your imprudence
It is outrageous that you have twisted the Qur’an’s lines!
Banya Hai Butt-e-Pindar Ko Apna Khuda Tu Ne
To what purpose is your claim to monotheism!
You have made the idol of self conceit your deity
Are Ghafil! Jo Mutliq Tha Muqayyad Kar Diya Tu Ne
What did you see even if you saw Yusuf in the well?
O imprudent one! You have made the Absolute confined
Nasihat Bhi Teri Soorat Hai, Ek Afsana Khawani Ki
You are greedy of flowery style even at the pulpit
Your advice also is a form of story telling
Jo Tarpata Hai Parwane Ko, Rulata Hai Shabnam Ko
Show that universally illuminating Beauty to your weeping eye
Which renders the moth highly agitated, which makes the dew weep like eye
Banaya Hai Kissi Ne Kuch Samajh Kar Chashme-e-Adam Ko
Mere seeing is not its purpose! O greedy one
Some One has made the human eye with some purpose
Nazar Ayi Na Kuch Apni Haqiqat Jaam Se Jam Ko
Even if he viewed the whole world, what did he see?
Jam could not see his own reality in the wine cup
Ye Woh Phal Hai Ke Jannat Se Nikalwata Hai Adam Ko
Sectarianism is the tree, prejudice is its fruit
This fruit caused expulsion of Adam from Paradise
Ye Riffat Ki Tamana Hai Ke Le Urti Hai Shabnam Ko
Not even a single rose‐petal could rise by sun’s attraction
It is the longing for elegance which raises the dew
Ye Zakhami Aap Kar Lete Hain Paida Apne Marham Ko
Those wounded by Love do not wander in search of cure
These wounded ones themselves create their own cure
Zara Se Beej Se Paida Riyaaz-e-Toor Hota Hai
The heart gets complete illumination by the spark of Love
The Tur’s flower bed is raised from the Love’s small seed
Elaj-e-Zakham Hai Azad-e-Ehsaan-e-Rafoo Rehna
Every malady’s cure is to remain wounded with Longing’s sword
Wound’s remedy is to remain free from obligation to stitching
Shikast-e-Rang Se Sikha Hai Main Ne Ban Ke Boo Rehna
With the Bekhudi’s wine up to the celestial world is my flight
From disappearance of color I have learnt to remain fragrance
Ibadat Chashm-e-Shayar Ki Hai Har Dam Ba-Wazoo Rehna
How can the weeping eye refrain from homeland’s lamentation?
The ‘ibadah for the poet’s eye is to remain constantly with ablution
Chaman Mein Aah! Kya Rehna Jo Ho Be Abroo Rehna
To what purpose should we make our nest in the rose‐branch
Ah! How can we live with constant disgrace in the garden
Ghulami Hai Aseer-e-Imtiaz-e-Mawatu Rehna
If you understand, independence is veiled in Love
Slavery is to remain imprisoned in the net of schism
Tujhe Bhi Chahye Misl-e-Habab-e-Aabju Rehna
Contentment is what keeps the cup submerged in water
You should also remain like the bubble in the stream
Agar Manzoor Hai Dunya Mein Ao Begana Khor! Rehna
It is best for you not to remain indifferent to yours own
O apathetic person! If you want to remain alive in the world
Shikaya Iss Ne Mujh Ko Mast Bejaam-o-Saboo Rehna
Soul‐invigorating wine is the Love of the human race
It has taught me to remain ecstatic without the wine cup and the pitcher
Kiya Hai Apne Bakht-e-Khufta Ko Baidar Qoumon Ne
Sick nations have been cured only through Love
Nations have warded off their adversity through Love
Ye Wairana Qafas Bhi, Ashiyana Bhi, Chaman Bhi Hai
The expanse of Love is at once foreign land and homeland
This wilderness is the cage, the nest, as well as the garden
Jaras Bhi, Karwan Bhi, Rahbar Bhi, Rahzan Bhi Hai
Love is the only stage which is the stage as well as the wilderness
It is the bell, the caravan, the leader as well as the robber
Chupa Jis Mein Ilaj-e-Gardish-e-Charakh-e-Kuhan Bhi Hai
Everybody calls it an illness, but it is such an illness
In which the cure for all ills and misfortunes is concealed
Ye Parwana Jo Souzan Ho To Shama-e-Anjuman Bhi Hai
The heart’s pathos in a way is to become embodiment of Light
If this moth burns it is also the assembly’s candle
Ye Sheerin Bhi Hai Goya, Bestoon Bhi, Kohkan Bhi Hai
The Beauty is just one but appears in everything
It is Shirin, the sky, as well as the mountain digger
Mere Ahl-e-Watan Ke Dil Mein Kuch Fikar-e-Watan Bhi Hai?
Distinction of sects and governments has destroyed nations
Is there any concern for the homeland in my compatriot’s hearts?
Zuban Bhi Hai Humare Munh Mein Aur Taab-e-Sukhan Bhi Hai
Prolonging the tale of my woes calls for silence, otherwise
The tongue in my mouth as well as the ability to speak is
Hikayat-e-Bood Be Payan, Bakhamoshi Ada Kardam"
“Take not this meaningful tale as related by me is
The story was endless, but related with silence is.”
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