(Bal-e-Jibril-058) Ye Piran-e-Kaleesa-o-Haram, Ae Waye Majboori !

Ye Peeran-e-Kalisa-o-Haram, Ae Waye Majboori!
Sila In Ki Kid-o-Kawish Ka Hai Seenon Ki Benoori

Alas! The mullah and the priest, Conduct their sermons so
That despite their efforts great, The hearts of listeners fail to glow.

Yaqeen Paida Kar Ae Nadan! Yaqeen Se Hath Ati Hai
Woh Darvaishi Ke Jis Ke Samne Jhukti Hai Fagfoori

O fellow stupid, get firm belief, For faith upon you can bestow
Dervishhood of such lofty brand ’Fore which the mighty monarchs bow.

Kabhi Hairat, Kabhi Masti, Kabhi Aah-e-Sahargahi
Badalta Hai Hazaron Rang Mera Dard-e-Mehjoori

Disunion’s ache that I do feel a thousand hues and garbs can don:
To rapture and surprise converts, Anon to sighs of early morn.

Had-e-Adraak Se Bahir Hain Batain Ishq-o-Masti Ki
Samajh Mein Iss Qadar Aya Ke Dil Ki Mout Hai Doori

Secrets of love and passion strong transcend the ken of earthy breed:
This much alone I learnt that death of heart disunion means indeed.

Woh Apne Husn Ki Masti Se Majboor-e-Paidai
Meri Ankhon Ki Bainai Mein Hain Asbaab-e-Mastoori

The Fair with His own Beauty drunk is impelled to cast the Veil aside:
The reasons of His remaining hid within my own dim sight abide.

Koi Taqdeer Ki Mantaq Samajh Sakta Nahin Warna
Na The Turkaan-e-Usmani Se Kam Turkaan-e-Taimoori

The rules that govern the Turn of Fate, no one can ever understand,
Else the heirs to Tamerlane were brave like those of Turkish Land.

Faqeeran-e-Haram Ke Hath Iqbal Aa Gya Kyunkar
Maiyasar Mir-e-Sultan Ko Nahin Shaheen-e-Kafoori

How have the beggars of the Shrine brought Iqbal within their fold,
Though monarchs great and princes strong a falcon white can’t get in hold?