The Child And The Candle
Shama Ke Shaolon Ko Ghariyon Dekhta Rehta Hai Tu
O Child with moth‐like nature, “How strange that
You keep gazing at the flame of the candle for hours
Roshni Se Kya Baghal Geeri Hai Tera Mudda?
What is this movement, when you are in my lap?
Are you intending to embrace the light?
Ye Kisi Dekhi Huwi Shay Ki Magar Pehchan Hai
Though your tiny heart is surprised at this spectacle
But this is recognition of some object already seen!
Ah! Iss Mehfil Mein Ye Uryan Hai Tu Mastoor Hai
The candle is but a flame, you are the Light embodied
Ah! In this assembly that is manifest, you are concealed
Tujh Ko Khak-e-Teera Ke Fanoos Mein Pinhan Kiya
It is not known why the Nature’s hand made it manifest!
And concealed you in the dark soil’s mantle
Hai Ghubar-e-Didah-e-Beena Hijab-e-Aaghi
Your light has been concealed under the veil of Intellect!
The veil of Cognition is a mere mist to the wise eye!
Khawab Hai, Ghaflat Hai, Sar Masti Hai, Behoshi Hai Ye
What is called life really a mirage it is
A dream, a swoon, an ecstasy, oblivion it is
Ankh Agar Dekhe To Har Qatre Mein Hai Toofan-e-Husn
The Nature’s assembly is the Beauty’s boundless ocean
For the discerning eye every drop is the Beauty’s storm
Mehr Ki Zou Gastri, Shab Ji Siyah Poshi Mein Hai
Beauty is in the frightening silence of the mountain
In shedding of sun’s light, and in night’s darkness
Sham Ki Zulmat, Shafaq Ki Gul Faroshi Mein Hai Ye
It is in the morning sky’s mirror‐like glitter
In the night’s darkness and in the twilight’s floridity
Tiflak-e-Na Ashna Ki Koshish-e-Guftar Mein
It is in the disappearing relics of the old magnificence
In the small child’s effort to commence speaking
Nanhe Nanhe Taeeron Ki Ashiyan Saazi Mein Hai
It is in the harmony of the denizens of the rose‐garden
In the nest‐building efforts of the tiny little birds
Shehr Mein, Sehra Mein, Weerane Mein, Abadi Mein Husn
In the mountain stream, in the ocean’s freedom is Beauty
In the city, the forest, the wilderness, the habitation is Beauty
Warna Iss Sehra Mein Kyun Nalan Hai Ye Misl-e-Jaras!
The soul but longing for some lost object is
Or else why is it lamenting in wilderness like a bell?
Zindagi Iss Ki Misal-e-Maahi-e-Be Aab Hai
It is restless even in this general splendor of Beauty
Its life is like a fish out of water.