Ray Of Hope
Dunya Hai Ajab Cheez, Kabhi Subah Kabhi Sham
The sun conveyed this message to its rays
ʺWhat wonder great, the change of nights and days!
Barhti Hi Chali Jati Hai Be-Mehri-e-Ayyam
You have been rambling since aeons in space,
But hate among men is increasing pace.
Ne Misl-e-Saba Tof-e-Gul-o-Lala Mein Aram
To shine on sand affords no pleasure sound,
Nor peace, like breeze in making flowerʹs round.
Be lost in fount of light that gave you birth,
Forsake the park, the waste, the roof and earthʺ.
Bichre Huwe Khursheed Se Hoti Hain Hum Aghosh
The rays rise from every nook of space,
Make haste to take the sun in fond embrace.
Afrang Machinon Ke Duhwain Se Hai Sayah Posh
Loud roar persists, there canʹt be light in West,
For smoke makes West enrobed in able vest.
Lekin Sifat-e-Alam-e-Lahoot Hai Khamosh
Though East is not bereft of inner light,
Yet quiet of tomb prevails like Celestial Height.
Ae Mehr-e-Jahan Taab! Na Kar Hum Ko Faramosh
O sun that light the world keep us in mind,
Hide us in breast so bright and kind.
Aram Se Farigh, Sift-e-Jouhar-e-Seemab
A shameless ray as proud as houriʹs glance
Bereft of rest, like mercury eʹer at dance,
Jab Tak Na Ho Mashriq Ka Har Ek Zarra Jahan Taab
Implored the sun to let it spread its light
Till every mote of East grows lustrous bright.
Jab Tak Na Uthain Khawab Se Mardan-e-Garan Khawab
The dark surroundings of Hind it wonʹt forsal
Till natives sunk in slumber do not wake.
Iqbal Ke Ashkon Se Yehi Khak Hai Seerab
The hopes of Orient on this region hinge,
The tears that Iqbal sheds on it impinge.
Ye Khak Ke Hai Jis Ka Khazaf Raiza Dur-e-Naab
The moon and Pleiades get light from this land,
Its stones are costlier than gems of purest brand.
Jin Ke Liye Har Behar-e-Pur Aashob Hai Payab
It has produced men who hid sense can see,
With utmost ease can cross the swollen sea.
Mehfil Ka Wohi Saaz Hai Begana-e-Mizrab
The harp whose music warmth to gathering lent
The plectrum alien is with force quite spent.
Taqdeer Ko Rota Hai Musalman Teh-e-Mehrab
The Brahman guards the fane and sleeps at gate,
The Muslim in mosqueʹs niche bewails his fate.
Fitrat Ka Ishara Hai Ke Har Shab Ko Sehar Kar !
Donʹt shun the East, nor look on West with scorn,
Since Nature yearns for change of night to morn.