Gift from Hijaz

Preface

HAZOOR-I-HAQ

I

• They held the loveless is heart and went away
• My being and non-being were topics on tips
• My heart rakes often knots of 'how' and 'why'
• What a noisy display of mud and clay
• Who brought the wide world on the cosmos scene

II

• My heart not prisoned is writhing with pain
• O Amrine, thou hast turn'd the cup of wine
• The self writhing hearts are captives of lures
• I tread a path there which leads no where
• Keep off my wine from shallow hearted meeks
• Thou hast no quest in thy efforts and zeals
• Bid me shake the world with a cry and hue
• A gloom still lurking in broad day light
• Thy slave I'm and seek thy pleasure alone

III

• My heart knows not the bliss of His flame
• How to tell tale of 'Deen' and father land
• A Muslim tied up with a foreign land
• I wish not this world nor cosmos whole
• What ye hopes from an easy going bloke

IV

• I seek for that nation a rising field
• How long shall you gaze with a wrathful stare?
• That bliss of the past may come or not
• If so e'er comes that gifted mystic sage
• My heart is wealth mine who knows pang's pine

V

• To lose heart to some one he did not know
• My heart so restive is fleeing from me
• I donned big circles on a likewise night
• Knows not the Gabriel this hue and cry
• The sky seldom sees alike this age

VI

• Get me Seenay's truth, and love of his name

VII

• A Muslim gloats in hunger and patches
• A nation again whom duty is dear
• A nation again whose hearts would adorn

VIII

• Thy world is ruled by misers few
• A hungry seeker begged his Sheikh to plead

IX

• Looking in a mess is Indian State
• From bondage a Moslem is a self sold guy

X

• So calculate once all the losses and gains
• What is the lasting life is known to thee

XI

• When the old world gets its apex of height
• My body is tired but soul still flies

HAZOOR-I-RISALAT

I

• O, tent chamberlain! leave the tent hark
• I keep my eyes penchant on hearts essence
• I know not who dazzled and killed this heart
• Ask not of lustre drunk's caravan scene
• I cherish for Yasrib though I am old

II

• To love'an rapture sins gave a common sense
• You ask the spots where I played my jazz there

III

• That dawn I asked naqah not to run quick
• She needs no reins O I teamster hence!
• Yet tears moist vivid in jet black eyes

IV

• How lucky are deserts caravan lines
• Hail the desert whose eve is morning gay

V

• Who's that Ajmi as head of caravan
• A place in love and raptures was his aim

VI

• A hidden grief untold is clear
• In pits grow poppies from vernal tide

VII

• A page of Iraqi sometimes I turn
• Let the hiker's grief take a blissful turn

VIII

• Come O! chum for a tie to weep and cry
• To wise he gave less wealth and affluence
• The world with four sides I have in arm-pit
• In this valley lies a lasting life new

IX

• A Muslim was a king and saint so high
• The heart takes heat from thy love pangs' flame
• No morn yet to slaves O Indian night
• As such I say to a. soft-hearted soul
• A friend's hidden life how can I reveal
• The sky still going on a perverse course
• In his pure blood shines not that vigour and heat
• He made his heart captive of pomp and show
• To him the heart's door is not open yet

X

• His collar is torn, he cares no darn
• Give him his dues, of a captive and meek
• Refine his morals and life once more
• The bride of life, in him is not his own
• His eyes are void of a glamour and glee
• Though born as Muslim yet knows not the death

XI

• The kingship as whole is trick and skill
• A Muslim's stuff has a lifelong stay
• Ashamed is Muslim for losing his State
• Ask me not of his present day lot
• I have scanned the whole world through his eye
• The Muslims have raised no armament wings
• The assets of Sheikh were the fables old
• He brought a total change in faithless world
• From fane gets Harem its grandeur and glare
• As long in mosque the poor kept a row
• The Moslems are fighting with brothers own
• To others than God we touch our brows
• In the hands of drinkers the empty glass
• The synagogues bottles are void of wine
• The Muslims are foreigns on every land
• With wings you gave I judge and fly
• At night before Lord I often cry
• I speak not now of the grandeur past
• The guard of Harem is the mason of fane
• From this poor man's flame, sitting on his way
• Like gallants I fall and rise again
• Let me sob and sigh in a lone retreat
• I fly in the airy lovelier space
• Of secret I'told, they paid no heed
• To stick it to bosom this verse aims not
• You bid me for a theme on bliss lifelong
• My face looks saffron from arcane pain
• The meek utter hence of yonder glance
• Those who knew not I preached them ego
• What I hold in heart is grief and remorse
• A poor, ruthfull flutist who taught love's tone
• I seek not my vigour from morning air
• I'am in a sea which has no coast side
• Drive not from door who are longing for thee
• On idols white my heart is sweet
• From Western taverns the wines I take
• I seek from thy door, whatever I seek
• With 'mullah' or 'Sufi' I do not sit
• The 'mullah' never knows the pangs of grief
• On pulpit his address a venom of bile
• The heart of lucent hearts he took or I?
• An alien I am within my own race
• For any one's boon this heart owes not
• My craze still feels the same burning phase
• This dust still feels His living flame
• My glance looks not the world's hollow game
• I have been born in a flameless age
• The 'rose and poppy' lack my 'scent and shade.
• So alien I am in West and East
• I broke the magic of the modern age
• You have lit up my eyes with an insight
• When I pressed myself in my own embrace
• The world has charms like paradise true
• Bid him O lord! a holy man's lead
• Move around O bearer! the wine cup's course
• For love the world came from thee the love's flame
• To me this burning a boon of thy glow
• This heart, I tied not with aught in this fane
• Grow that poppy from the dust of mine
• To my shining race I would love to groan
• For the sake of truth of my free lance tone
• I hold a heart in hand find not a beau
• Like Rumi I raised His call in Harem whole
• Raise a garden new from dust of mine
• A Muslim is resting from coast to coast
• Who told him I smell thee 'under the rose'
• From thy own main give pearls to my rill
• In a gathering see my flute's tones sweet
• I kept beaming face in this or that case
• I have shared the poppy's flame and pain
• With thy light alone I lit up my glance
• I need in thy land just a melting sigh

XII

• I hold very dear that roaring roar
• Look to these saucy Anglican maids
• Give a helping hand to those who are weak

XIII

• You too take the wine from friend's cup warm
• A poor man I'm, you hold the 'Arab's reign
• A look of pain I'm and see no cure quick
• Let tis join hands to spread his love's flame
• You hold a high place in the desert's land
• Being Muslims we make no home and false ties
• To Anglian idols pay not a heed

HAZOOR-I-MILLAT

I

AN ODE TO UMMAH

• Be nearer to the aim like a moon new
• My self's own sea gave a rise to me
• Come O' bearer and move the cup of Wine
• Come O' bearer and raise the veils aside
• Raise from thy bosom a 'Call of God Great'
• From self a Muslim is man perfect
• As long the Muslim, in self can peep,
• The veils of thy fortune lo! I ope
• Now all the shut doors for Turks are ope
• A nation whose spring falls to decay
• God gave that nation a sway o'er lands
• From Razi thus learn the Quran's insight

II

EGO

• Who makes Ego firm by 'Lailah's tie
• O ignorant man get a knowing heart
• Thy heart keeps not that hidden scar

III

ANAL HAQ (I AM GOD)

• A place of I am God is God's own place
• I am the God suits to that nation lone
• Among nations large she holds a place great
• From her inner verve that race is a flame
• Like a unique race thus She flies in space
• In garden's lawn he is song bird sweet
• Fill the old wine in the New Age bowl

IV

SUFI AND MULLAH

• The Mullah and Sufi are cross in deed
• When the English subdued the mosque and fane
• To Mullah and Sufi thou art a slave
• Through the mirror of Quran see thy deeds
• I salute the Mullah and Sufi old
• On hell kafir-maker MulIah spoke
• A well read disciple asked his guide
• Thus spoke to his son a guide in patched robe

V

RUMI

• Pour in thy self that old wine again
• Take from his cup those poppy like stems
• From his verve and heat I got a good share
• Being full of pathos and passion's heat
• He solved many ties I had to face
• To me his heart's door was always ope
• His thought thus flies with stars and moon rays
• Take secrets of content from Rumi's call
• When self is deprived from godly tint
• That bright wine scattered from my wineyard

VI

THE MESSAGE OF FAROOQ (HAZRAT UMAR)

• O desert's breeze rise from 'Arab's sky
• Tue Faqr and Caliphate with King's Crown shine
• A young man who peeps in his ego deep
• For sense and heart's sake leave each door ajar
• How happy is the race who wins her goal
• That Turkish seaman how sang a song gay
• The world rule is destined to my own dust
• To certitude truth who so ever knew
• A Muslim who tested his own ego first

VII

TO THE ARAB POET

• To Arab poets sweet on my part say
• I caused in his soul a verve a heat
• You leave making now the portraits on wall
• My heart has a grief, and dust has a heart
• Of virtues of God Muslim has a part
• Give to his dust that flame and might
• A Muslim you were named for grief's bargain
• On whom were opened the secrets of soul
• So guard the nature of thy mud and dust
• The hill and desert night defies thy day
• Read the clear writing on thy forehead's slate

VIII

O SON OF THE DESERT

• When all the desert sides were bright from dawn
• The Truth chose Arab for caravan's lead
• Those nights had the uproar for future's dawn

IX

FROM THIS DUST A RIDER COMES

DO YOU KNOW?

• Learn the ways to win His pleasure and grace
• If a craze consumes the garden's face
• The poppy of my dawn's first vernal tide
• So scattered I'm like dust of the way
• How lucky a nation whom wheel of fate
• In self's own sea, I'm thus a restive' wave
• His glance would fill up the empty bowl
• The caravans reins he would take when
• To that holy mother I greet with pride
• My heart thus says that the hero will hail

X

THE CALIPHATE AND MONARCHY

• The Arabs gained a lot from Prophet's light
• Take the Caliphate's witness with a heed
• A Moses grapples with kingdoms all
• The Adam is slave in this world yet
• The love, from his glance is stable and best

XI

TURKS OF OTTOMAN EMPIRE

• In the Ottoman reign, the Turks are free
• How daring were they who broke his charms
• The fate thus gave to Turks a verve anew

XII

TO DAUGHTERS OF THE NATION

• Learn O' daughterling this loveliness trend
• A God given sword thy glance to thee
• At last modern age shows her conscience lo!
• The world is stable from the mother's grace
• That nation is lucky in whose hard race
• This craze she gave me for sharp wits sense
• If you pay a heed once, to this poor guy
• From my evening's dusk get a dawn new

XIII

THE MODERN AGE

• What is the age? On whom the faith cries
• His glance only paints the heathen's shade
• To youths of this age he taught evil ways
• The Muslim draws content and kingship close
• The dance you now play in this or that way

XIV

BRAHMEN

• For him, he opened hundred doors for plots
• To Brahmen I say not a useless bloke
• A pundit keeps eyes on his own task
• The Brahmen said leave this white man's door

XV

EDUCATION

• A shine which lasts with beauty and grace
• A knowledge which cures but melts not to trance
• No links with that Momin the God would keep
• A blind eye is better from eyes crook
• No use of a thought which measures sky
• Respect is the dress of a sage or fool
• Why you lose hopes of kids a bit
• Teach the offspring wisdom and faith's ken
• Who sapp'd sweet tone of the birds and buds
• The days of that 'Dervesh' O God keep gay
• Who e'er tied himself with Lailah's tie
• A caravan was killed, if you e'er see
• A well dressed fighter and handsome guy
• To a camel addressed its youngest foal

XVI

SEARCH FOR FOOD AND LIVING

• If the hawks too fly for roof to roof race
• See thy own self with a seeing eye

XVII

A CROCODILE TO ITS YOUNG

• Thus said to its child a 'croco' with boast
• In sea you are not it lies but in thee

XVIII

THE FINIS

• I talk not of bearer nor of bowl hence
• Back to ego turn, and back to heart look
• For heart and eyes course, the ‘Harem’ is the aim

A MESSAGE TO MANKIND

Introduction

I

• O bearer come and serve the old wine
• Leave thy solitude cell for a while please

II

• With times came unrest which passed so quick
• Those who had fears for the future days

III

• Like nightingale you know not the groans and wails
• Come forward and learn the self seeing art
• Give up the habit to weep on fate
• A gull said to shaver, nice witty thing
• You had fallen then from a godly place
• I hail that day when he turns to self's bold
• Like me you are too wrapped in a veil
• A camel once said a nice word to foal

IV

• I know many savants and gems of west
• Hark! O victim of wits of aliens few

V

• This being would last or just a passing show
• With battle axe smite the Bistoon Mountain
• Keep the crave's lamp burning ever in heart
• O heart's sea! no peace yet known to thee
• To both the worlds win with efforts and zeal
• You show us O Poppy! thy self's own trace

VI

• A man weeps not from a grief or pains
• If a tested man dies think not ever
• If thy dust has no link with soul and heart
• My each breath blows with griefs many more
• A young who tied heart with ego's call
• Such griefs this heart now likes to take
• Blame not the God for this or that hurt
• Turn out fire of envy from thy heart's core
• In his nights behold many dawns bright

VII

• To the morning breeze' weep'd the dew' in trance

VIII

HEART

• The heart is a sea which likes no shore
• My heart is a fire, a smoke my frame
• His help the world seeks like his slave own
• The Ego's power he did not try
• You say the heart is the Khak and Khoon
• The world of Sun and Moon, slave of his thread
• We are God's harvest its yield is heart
• To that rare beauty my heart seeks again
• The heart's world is not world of pomp and show
• The glance brought eyes and wisdom a tape band
• What is the love? an impact of glance

IX

EGO

• The Ego is lucent from God's light rays
• When a nation gives up gossip's course
• From God's own being, the 'self' got a 'being' so
• The friendship of rose a heart likes when
• His parting's prick in my tête-à-tête lies
• The dusty look I hold owes to His door

X

COMPULSION AND OPTION

• I am quite certain that on the doomsday
• In city of Room a pontiff told me

XI

DEATH

• The death once said to God in this way
• To king of six nooks give a lasting soul

XII

SAY TO SATAN

• From me please give to Satan a message
• As long He made not this wide world anew
• The separation gave to zeal great spur
• He drove thee out from the Heavens first
• My rights and the wrongs you already know
• Let us play a chess like a royal game

XIII

EARTH'S SATAN AND HELL'S SATAN

• From this world's clear violence the man is sick
• Look the demons dash on ear and eyelash
• What a devil who likes a backward gait
• What a venomed wine he holds in his bowl
• Yet the man lies fallen from the high place
• To Satans of this age be not a prey
• His blows counterpart is a man complete
• To sense of the means it is far off though

TO FRIENDS OF COMMON CREED (SAME PATH)

I

• The Qalandar is a bold hawk of sky
• When the Allah Hoo's tick did hit my soul
• In the heart of nature like tears I groan
• In logic I feel a smell of raws
• Come and take from me that old wine's bowl
• The same old harp I hold in my hand
• To tyrants of this age I would thus say
• A poor I am whose asset is glance
• My heart's door I shut not to any one
• No pomp and show I have in this globe
• Some points were discussed by hundred wise men
• The science or art points I claim not to wield
• I boast not to be a song bird of dawn
• This world is a path to my eyes and sense
• With nothingness learn to live with grace
• For long I'm gaining from this dusty mart
• You cant learn aught 'sans' a conscious soul
• Get a self-knowing eye and see thy soul
• The wisdom knows not the certitude eyes
• What are the clothes, gold jewels and gems?
• To self my wine gives full sense and poise
• For robes and turbans why you feel a bent
• As soon I espied my ego's essence
• When I packed my self from this dusty fuss

II

• If a wise man holds clean conscience and soul

III

• You are bowing head to 'Dara' and 'Jam'
• I heard a nice verse from a man old
• The being's secret hids in two words of sage
• The being's secret hids in two words of sage
• Two worlds1 of old man I keep in mind still
• A restive wave said once to a coast
• If this pomp and show the Anglian boon
• To Anglians thus the hearts do not own

IV

• We are despaired of heart and faith's way
• His path's true sign if a Muslim could know
• O callous heart make not a link with clay
• In Truth and certitude lies the love's place
• For Muslim 'this is the gnosis and ken
• You handed over thee to idols white
• A self maker and melter each cant be
• A Momin burns thus in his being's own heat
• What is lovers s service, prayers of beaus?
• He calls both worlds to Quran by prays

V

• The English mind knows God's Food Law Rules
• A long tale serves no service in a sense
• A paradise lies for the pious alone

VI

• This dervesh knows not a style in speech
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