(Bal-e-Jibril-081) Shaur-o-Hosh-o-Khirad Ka Mu'amla Hai Ajeeb

Shaur-o-Hosh-o-Khirad Ka Maamla Hai Ajeeb
Maqam-e-Shauq Mein Hain Sub Dil-o-Nazar Ke Raqeeb

Knowledge and reason work in manner strange,
In case of Love ’gainst heart and sight they range.

Mein Janta Hun Jamaat Ka Hashar Kya Ho Ga
Masael-e-Nazari Mein Ulajh Gya Hai Khateeb

The end of Muslim folk I know full well,
On theoretic points their preachers dwell.

Agarche Mere Nasheeman Ka Kar Raha Hai Tawwaaf
Meri Nawa Mein Nahin Taair-e-Chaman Ka Naseeb

Though bird of mead hovers my lodge around,
Yet has no share of my melodious sound.

Suna Hai Main Ne Sukhan Ras Hai Turk-e-Usmani
Sunaye Kon Usse Iqbal Ka Ye Shair-e-Ghareeb

The Turks, I hear, between the lines can read,
Who can this verse so odd convey with speed?


Samajh Rahe Hain Woh Yourap Ko Hum-Jawaar Apna
Sitare Jin Ke Nasheman Se Hain Zaida Qareeb!

"You take the West for neighbor sweet and dear,
Though Stars to land of yours are close and near."