The Sun’s Ray
Asman Par Ek Shua-e-Aftab Awara Thi
At the dawn when my eye was enjoying the panorama
I saw that a ray of the sun was wandering about
Teri Jaan-e-Na-Shakeeba Mein Hai Kaisa Iztarab
I asked the ray, “O head to foot restlessness!
What kind of restlessness your impatient life has!
Kar Raha Hai Khirman-e-Aqwam Ki Khatir Jawan
Are you a small little lightning, which the sky
Is nurturing to fall on the harvest of nations
Raqs Hai, Awargi Hai, Justujoo Hai, Kya Hai Ye?”
Is this a flash, or your eternal nature, what is it?
Is it a dance? wandering? seeking what is it?”
Parwarish Payi Hai Main Ne Subah Ki Aghosh Mein
“A sea of tumults is asleep in my silent life
My existence has been nurtured by the morning’s breeze
Justujoo Mein Lazzat-e-Tanveer Rakhti Hai Mujhe
My destiny keeps me constantly restless
Taste for enlightenment keeps me busy in seeking
Mehr-e-Alam Tab Ka Paigham-e-Baidari Hun Main
I am not fire‐brand lightning, though by nature fire I am
Message of awakening from the world-illuminating sun I am!
Raat Ne Jo Kuch Chupa Rakha Tha, Dikhlaun Gi Main
Becoming collyrium I shall enter the human eye
Whatever night had hidden I shall show to the eye
Sone Walon Mein Kisi Ko Zauq-e-Baidari Bhi Hai?”
Among your ecstatics is there any seeker of prudence also?
Among the sleeping people is anyone with taste of awakening also?”