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(Bal-e-Jibril-179) Mahir-e-Nafsiyat

Mahir-e-Nafsiyat Se
To The Psychologist


Jurrat Hai To Afkar Ki Dunya Se Guzar Ja
Hain Behar-e-Khudi Mein Abhi Poshida Jazeere

Transcend the intellect if you have courage to do so:
There are islands hidden in the ocean of the self as yet.

Khulte Nahin Iss Qulzam-e-Khamosh Ke Asrar
Jab Tak Tu Iss Zarb-e-Kaleemi Se Na Cheere

The secrets of this silent sea, however, do not yield
Until you cut it with the blow of the Moses’ rod.

4 comments:

  1. Syed Saadat Shakeel27 May 2016 at 17:36

    MashALLAH! Great poem

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  2. Abdul Basit19 August 2017 at 10:46

    Ehl-e-tasawuf he in baton ko samajh sakta hai...

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  3. Iftikhar Kango16 June 2018 at 03:02

    First verse: Khudi ka raaz apni sochoN per qaboo paye bina nahib khulta.

    Verse second: Aur yeh sochoN ki khamoshi nahi hasilbhiti jab tak sochoN ko bolne na diya jae

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  4. Iftikhar Kango16 June 2018 at 05:22

    Just as Moosa pbuh made God to speak, make your mind speak to you too yo.

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