Mujh Ko Phir Naghmon Pe Uksane Laga Murg-E-Chaman
Hill and vale once more under the poppy’s lamps are bright,
In my heart the nightingale has set new songs alight;
Ude Ude, Neele Neele, Peele Peele Payrhan
Violet, violet, azure, azure, golden, golden, mantles—
Flowers, or fairies of the desert, rank on rank in sight?
Aur Chamkati Hai Iss Moti Ko Sooraj Ki Kiran
On the rosy‐spray dawn’s soft breeze has left a pearl of dew,
Now the sunbeam turns this gem a yet more glittering white.
Hun Agar Shehron Se Bann Payare To Shehar Ache K Bann
Town or woodland, which is sweeter, if for her unveiling
Careless beauty love towns less than where green woods invite?
Tu Agar Mera Nahin Banta Na Bann, Apna To Bann
Delve into your soul and there seek our life’s buried tracks;
Will you not be mine? then be not mine, be your own right!
Tann Ki Dunya! Tann Ki Dunya Sood-O-Soda, Maker-O-Fann
World of soul—the world of fire and ecstasy and longing:
World of sense—the world of gain that fraud and cunning blight;
Tann Ki Doulat Chaon Hai, Ata Hai Dhan Jata Hai Dhan
Treasure of the soul once won is never lost again:
Treasure gold, a shadow—wealth soon comes and soon takes flight.
Man Ki Duniya Mein Na Dekhe, Mein Ne Sheikh-O-Barhaman
In the spirit’s world I have not seen a white man’s Raj,
In that world I have not seen Hindu and Muslim fight.
Tu Jhuka Jab Ghair Ke Agay, Na Mann Tera Na Tann
Shame and shame that hermit’s saying pouted on me—you forfeit
Body and soul alike if once you cringe to another’s might!