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(Bal-e-Jibril-069) Fitrat Ne Na Bakhsha Mujhe Andesha'ay Chalak

Fitrat Ne Na Bakhsha Mujhe Andaisha-e-Chalaak
Rakhti Hai Magar Taqat-e-Parwaz Meri Khak

On me no subtle brain though Nature spent,
My dust hides strength to dare the high ascent—

Woh Khak Ke Hai Jis Ka Junoon Saqeel-e-Idraak
Woh Khak Ke Jibreel Ki Hai Jis Se Qaba Chaak

That frantic dust whose eye outranges reason,
Dust by whose madness Gabriel’s rose is rent;


Woh Khak Ke Parwaye Nasheeman Nahin Rakhti
Chunti Nahin Pehnaye Chaman Se Khs-o-Khashak

That will not creep about its garden gathering
Straw for a nest—un‐housed and yet content.

Iss Khak Ko Allah Ne Bakhse Hain Woh Ansu
Karti Hai Chamak Jin Ki Sitaron Ko  Arq-Naak

And Allah to this dust a gift of tears
Whose brightness shames the constellations, lent.

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