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Khula Jab Chaman Mein Kutab Khana’ay Gul
Na Kaam Aya Mullah Ko Ilm-E-Kitabi
When flowers’ bookshop opened in the garden
Mullah’s bookish knowledge lost all value.
Matanat Shikan Thi Hawa’ay Baharan
Ghazal Khawan Huwa Peerak-E-Indrabi
The spring breeze was exhilarating, poise‐breaking,
the old man of Indrab burst into ghazal‐singing.
Kaha Lala’ay Atisheen Pairhan Ne
K Asrar-E-Jaan Ki Hoon Mein Behijabi
The tulip, of fiery skirt, said:
it doth reveal the secrets of the soul.
Samjhta Hai Jo Mout Khawab-E-Lehad Ko
Nahan Uss Ki Tameer Mein Hai Kharabi
Who calls sleep awhile in the grave as eternal death,
sows seeds of destruction in the earth.
Nahin Zindagi Silsala Roz-O-Shab Ka
Nahin Zindagi Masti-O-Neem Khawabi
Life is not a succession of days and nights,
nor is it intoxication and dreamy sleep;
Hayat Ast Dar Atish-E-Khud Tapaydan
Khush Aan Dam Kh Ayen Nukta Ra Bazyabi
life is to burn in one’s fire:
happy is the man who grasps this truth.
Agar Za Atish-E-Dil Shararay Bagiriri
Tawan Kard Zaer-E-Falak Afabi
If thou snatch’st a spark from heart’s fire,
thou canst be a sun under the sky.
Na Kaam Aya Mullah Ko Ilm-E-Kitabi
When flowers’ bookshop opened in the garden
Mullah’s bookish knowledge lost all value.
Ghazal Khawan Huwa Peerak-E-Indrabi
The spring breeze was exhilarating, poise‐breaking,
the old man of Indrab burst into ghazal‐singing.
K Asrar-E-Jaan Ki Hoon Mein Behijabi
The tulip, of fiery skirt, said:
it doth reveal the secrets of the soul.
Nahan Uss Ki Tameer Mein Hai Kharabi
Who calls sleep awhile in the grave as eternal death,
sows seeds of destruction in the earth.
Nahin Zindagi Masti-O-Neem Khawabi
Life is not a succession of days and nights,
nor is it intoxication and dreamy sleep;
Khush Aan Dam Kh Ayen Nukta Ra Bazyabi
life is to burn in one’s fire:
happy is the man who grasps this truth.
Tawan Kard Zaer-E-Falak Afabi
If thou snatch’st a spark from heart’s fire,
thou canst be a sun under the sky.
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