Rakhti Hai Magar Taqat-e-Parwaz Meri Khak
On me no subtle brain though Nature spent,
My dust hides strength to dare the high ascent—
Woh Khak Ke Jibreel Ki Hai Jis Se Qaba Chaak
That frantic dust whose eye outranges reason,
Dust by whose madness Gabriel’s rose is rent;
Woh Khak Ke Parwaye Nasheeman Nahin Rakhti
Chunti Nahin Pehnaye Chaman Se Khs-o-Khashak
That will not creep about its garden gathering
Straw for a nest—un‐housed and yet content.
Karti Hai Chamak Jin Ki Sitaron Ko Arq-Naak
And Allah to this dust a gift of tears
Whose brightness shames the constellations, lent.
Allah o Akbar
ReplyDeleteAdmin, a correction:
ReplyDeleteThat frantic dust whose eye outranges reason,
Dust by whose madness Gabriel’s rose is rent;
Shouldn't it be Gabriel's 'Robe' and not a 'rose'? 'Qaba' is a Tunic or a robe.