(Bal-e-Jibril-041) Khudi Vo Beher Hai Jis Ka Koi Kinara Nahin

Khudi Woh Behar Hai Jis Ka Koi Kinara Nahin
Tu Aabjoo Usse Samjha Agar To Chara Nahin

The self of man is ocean vast, and knows no depth or bound:
If you take it for a stream, How can your mind be sound?

Tilism-e-Gunbad-e-Gardoon Ko Torh Sakte Hain
Zujaj Ki Ye Amarat Hai, Sang-e-Khara Nahin

The magic of this whirling dome we can set at naught:
Not of stone but of glass its building has been wrought.

Khudi Mein Doobte Hain Phir Ubhar Bhi Ate Hain
Magar Ye Hosla-e-Mard-e-Haichkarah Nahin

In Holy Trance in self we drown, and up we rise again;
But how a worthless man can show so much might and main?

Tere Maqam Ko Anjum Shanas Kya Jane
Ke Khak-e-Zinda Hai Tu, Taba-e-Sitara Nahin

Your rank and state cannot be told by one who reads the stars:
You are living dust, in sooth, not ruled by Moon or Mars.

Yahin Behisht Bhi Hai, Hoor-o-Jibreel Bhi Hai
Teri Nigah Mein Abhi Shaukhi-e-Nazara Nahin

The maids of Ed’n and Gabriel eke in this world can be found,
But, alas! You lack as yet glances bold and zeal profound.

Mere Junoon Ne Zamane Ko Khoob Pehchana
Woh Pairhan Mujhe Bakhsha Ke Para Para Nahin

My craze has judged aright the bent of  times wherein I am born:
Love be thanked for granting me the gown entire and untorn.

Ghazab Hai, Ayin-e-Karam Mein Bukheel Hai Fitrat
Ke Laal-e-Naab Mein Atish To Hai, Sharara Nahin

Spite of Nature’s bounty great, its guarding practice, mark!
It grants the ruby reddish hue, but denies the heat of spark.