(Zarb-e-Kaleem-012) Ijtihad

Ijtihaad

Hind Mein Hikmat-e-Deen Koi Kahan Se Sikhe
Na Kahin Lazzat-e-Kirdar, Na Afkar-e-Aumeeq

There is no place in India where from to learn, the tenets that the Muslim Faith concern.
They are devoid of zeal for godly acts, and are not wont to seek its basic facts.

Halqa-e-Shouk Mein Woh Jurrat-e-Andesha Kahan
Aah Mehkoomi-o-Taqleed-o-Zawal-e-Tehqeeq !

The mystics, who were keen their faith to spread, are silent now and thought for them a dread.
Alas! the state of bondage deprives of zest, slaves tread the beaten path and relinquish quest.

Khud Badalte Nahin, Quran Ko Badal Dete Hain
Huwe Kis Darja Faqeehan-e-Haram Be-Toufeeq !

The jurists are helpless to such extent canʹt change themselves but would change Quranʹs content.
How sad, the jurists canʹt shift their outlook, but would prefer to change the Holy Book!

In Ghulamon Ka Ye Maslak Hai Ke Naqis Hai Kitab
Ke Sikhati Nahin Momin Ko Ghulami Ke Tareeq!

These abject slaves opine and cling to creed that Holy Book is full of flaws indeed.
They think it incomplete for this fact because it fails to teach the slavish tact.

(Bal-e-Jibril-074) Meri Nawa Se Huay Zinda Arif-o-Aami

Meri Nawa Se Huwe Zinda Arif-o-Aami
Diya Hai Main Ne Inhain Zauq-e-Atish Ashami

The Gnostic and the common throng new life have gained through my song:
I have conferred relish fine on them for Loveʹs fiery wine.

Haram Ke Pas Koi Ajami Hai Zamzama Sanj
Ke Tar Tar Huwe Jama Haye Ahrami

Some Ajami near the Holy Shrine did sadly sing this song and pine,
“Alas! the robes by pilgrims worn to threads and pieces now are torn.”

Haqiqat-e-Abdi Hai Maqam-e-Shabiri
Badalte Rehte Hain Andaz-e-Kufi-o-Shami

The place of Husain (R.A.), the Martyr great is fact, not bound to Space or Date,
Though the Syrians and the Kufis may often change their wont and way.

Mujhe Ye Darr Hai Muqamir Hain Pukhta Kaar Bohat
Na Rang Laye Kahin Tere Hath Ki Khami

The gamblers who with you compete are deft of band and they can cheat:
Your fumbling shaky hands, I fear, May bring about your ruin so drear.

Ajab Nahin Ke Musalman Ko Phir Atta Kar Dain
Shikoh-e-Sanjar-o-Faqr-e-Junaid (R.A.)-o-Bastami (R.A.)

No wonder If the Muslims gain Their ancient glory once again–
Sanjarʹs splendour pomp and state, The piety and faqr of mystics great.

Qaba-e-Ilm-o-Hunar Lutf-e-Khaas Hai, Warna
Teri Nigah Mein Thi Meri Na-Khush Andami

The robe of art and lore I wear is through Your special bounty there:
You know my coarse and homely frame, To honour great I have no claim.

(Zarb-e-Kaleem-123) Surood

Surood
Melody

Aya Kahan Se Nala-e-Ne Mein Suroor-e-Mai
Asal Uss Ki Ne Nawaz Ka Dil Hai Ke Chob-e-Ne!

Whence does the zest of liquor come in mournful tune of hollow reed:
Is its main‐spring the playerʹs heart, or does it from the pipe proceed?

Dil Kya Hai, Uss Ki Masti-o-Quwwat Kahan Se Hai
Kyun Iss Ki Nigah Ulati Hai Takht-e-Ke

What is the source of heartʹs great might, Wherefore to rapture it is prone:
How does it topple with a glance the firm and mighty Achamenian throne?

Kyun Is Ski Zindagi Se Hai Aqwam Mein Hayat
Kyun Iss Ke Wardat Badalte Hain Pe Ba Pe

Why does the heart bestow fresh life on nations on verge of decline:
Why do its states have constant change, Are points that no one can divine?

Kya Baat Hai Ke Sahib-e-Dil Ki Nigah Mein
Jachti Nahin Hai Saltanat Rome-o-Sham-o-Re

Why is it that in eyes of man on whom God has bestowed a heart,
The realms of Syria, Rome and Rayy are fake effects in the mart?

Jis Roz Dil Ki Ramz Mughanni Samajh Gya
Samjho Tamam Marhala Haye Hunar Hain Tae

The day the minstrel grasps this point which is hid in depths of heart,
Take it for granted, you have traversed all the stages required by art.