HEAVEN AND THE PRIEST
Haq Se Jab Hazrat-e-Mullah Ko Mila Hukm-e-Bahisht
Being present there, my impetuous tongue to silence I could not resign
When an order from God of admission on high came the way of that reverend divine;
Khush Na Ayen Ge Isse Hoor-o-Sharab-o-Lab-e-Kisht
I humbly addressed the Almighty: O Lord, Excuse this presumption of mine,
But he’ll never relish the virgins of heaven, The garden’s green borders, the wine!
Behas-o-Takrak Iss Allah Ke Bande Ki Sarisht
For paradise isn’t place for a preacher to meddle and meddle and mangle,
And he, pious man—second nature to him is the need to dispute and to jangle;
Aur Jannat Mein Na Masjid, Na Kalisa, Na Kunisht!
His business has been to set folk by the ears and get nations and sects in a tangle:
Up there in the sky is no Mosque and no Church and no Temple—with whom will he wrangle?