Showing posts with label Spiritual Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 February 2016


کبھی عشق کی آگ میں جل کر تو دیکھ
اسکی کڑواھت اور شوریدہ سری کو محسوس تو کر
وقت کی چکی کے پاٹوں میں پس تو سہی
اور پھر بس اسی کو دیکھ
اسی سے ناطہ رکھ .. اسی سے عشق کر
عشق وہ زہر ہے, پی لے تو قرار آجائے....

جلال الدین رومیؔ
Sometimes when life happens,
Your heart rides many feelings and emotions ,
tranquility and anger,peace and upheaval,
love and indifference,joy and sorrow…
Remember nothing lasts forever,
the good and bad,success and failure,
laughs and the tears,
all come to an end…in one cyclic ride.
In life take one leg in front of the other,
Just keep going.
With each new day something fresh comes to life,
New feelings come alive,
keep in mind,
no feeling is final…
let it all be.
~ Maulana Rumi (RA)
The truth
that you desire me,
that you long for me
in the heart of my heart
this intimate secret now I know !
~ Maulana Rumi (RA)

اگر اُس کا دیدار کرنا چاہتے ہو تو۔۔۔۔
سوز عشق کی آتش سے اپنی ہر چیز جلا ڈالو۔۔۔۔
تمہاری نطر اگر نور پر ہے تو۔۔۔۔
فلک پر جگمگاتے ہزاروں ستارے تمہیں نظر نہیں آئیں گے۔۔۔
حسین بن منصور حلاج رحمتہ اللہ علیہ

Sunday, 29 November 2015

I desired to praise the Chosen One and was hindered
By my own inability to grasp the extent of his glory.

How can one such as I measure an ocean, when the ocean is vast?
And how can one such as I count the stones and the stars?

If all of my limbs were to become tongues, even then –
Even then I could not begin to praise him as I desired.

And if all of creation gathered together in an attempt
To praise him, even then they would stint in his due.

I have altogether ceased trying – awestruck, clinging to courtesy,
Tempered by timidity, glorifying his most exalted rank.

Indeed, sometimes silence holds within it the essence of eloquence,
And often speech merely fodder for the faultfinder.

Ibn Juzayy al-Kalbi_
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.”
― Rumi


اُس کا بندہ ہوں ، جو دائم و باقی دائم

لاکھ فانی ہوں، تعلق تو ہے لا فانی سے !!

کن فیکون۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔

میرے محبوب
کچھ
ایسی وارفتگی سے 
تو نے کن فیکون کہا
کہ
جہان عشق میں
میں تیری تخلیق
اور
تو میرا خدا ھو گیا 

Saturday, 28 November 2015

Do not overlook my misery,
by blandishing your eyes and weaving tales,
My patience has over-brimmed, O sweetheart!
why do you not take me to your bosom.
Long like curls in the night of separation
short like life on the day of our union.
My dear, how will I pass the dark dungeon night
without your face before.
Suddenly, using a thousand tricks
the enchanting eyes robbed me of my tranquil mind.
Who would care to go and report
this matter to my darling.
Tossed and bewildered, like a flickering candle,
I roam about in the fire of love.
Sleepless eyes, restless body,
neither comes she, nor any message.
In honour of the day I meet my beloved
who has lured me so long, O Khusro
I shall keep my heart suppressed
if ever I get a chance to get to her trick.
AMIR KHUSRo____________________
چوں شمعِ سوزاں، چوں ذرہ حیراں، ہمیشہ گریاں، بہ عشق آں ما
نہ نیند نیناں، نہ انگ چیناں، نہ آپ آویں، نہ بھیجیں پتیاں
میں اس عشق میں جلتی ہوئی شمع کی اور ذرۂ حیراں کی طرح ہمشیہ فریاد کر رہا ہوں
نہ آنکھوں میں نیند، نہ تن کو چین کہ نہ تو وہ خود آتے ہیں اور نہ ہی کوئی پیغام بھیجتے ہیں
امیر خسرو
A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary,
or a drunkard in a tavern,
any gift you bring the Beloved will be accepted
as long as you come in longing.
It is this most secret pain,
this bleeding separation,
which will guide you to your Heart of Hearts.
Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

Thursday, 19 November 2015

"In the market, in the cloister--only God I saw.
In the valley and on the mountain--only God I saw.
Him I have seen beside me oft in tribulation;
In favour and in fortune--only God I saw.
In prayer and fasting, in praise and contemplation,
In the religion of the Prophet--only God I saw.
Neither soul nor body, accident nor substance,
Qualities nor causes--only God I saw.
I opened my eyes and by the light of His face around me
In all the eye discovered--only God I saw.
Like a candle I was melting in His fire:
Amidst the flames out-flashing--only God I saw.
Myself with mine own eyes I saw most clearly,
But when I looked with God's eyes--only God I saw.
I passed away into nothingness, I vanished,
And lo, I was the All-living--only God I saw."
Baba Kuhi of Shiraz.

کا ش مجھ پر ہی مجھے یار کا دھوکا ہو جائے
دید کی دید تماشے کا تماشا ہو جائے
دیدہ شوق کہیں راز نہ افشا ہو جائے
دیکھ ایسانہ ہو اظہار تمنا ہو جائے
آپ کا جلوہ بھی کیا چیز ہے اللہ اللہ
جس کو آ جائےنظر وہ بھی تماشا ہو جائے
دور ہو جائیں جو آنکھوں سےحجابات دوئی
پھر تو کچھ دوسری دنیامری دنیاہو جائے
اس کی کیا شرم نہ ہو گی تجھےاے شان کرم
تیرا بندہ جو تیرے سامنے رسواہو جائے
تو اسے بھول گیا وہ تجھے کیونکر بھولے
کیسے ممکن ہے کہ بیدم بھی تجھی سا ہو جائے
بیدم وارثی

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary,
or a drunkard in a tavern,
any gift you bring the Beloved will be accepted
as long as you come in longing.
It is this most secret pain,
this bleeding separation,
which will guide you to your Heart of Hearts.
Abu-Said Abil-Kheir 

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
⊙ Jalal Ud Deen Rumi ♡ ♡ ♡


“Knock, and He’ll open the door .
Vanish, and He’ll make you shine like the sun.
Fall, and He’ll raise you to the heavens.
Become nothing, and He’ll turn you into everything.”
⊙ Jalal Ud Deen Rumi ♡

Monday, 21 September 2015


“At a distance you only see my light... Come closer and know that I am You.”
⊙ Jalal Ud Deen Rumi ♡ ♡ ♡

"The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize."
~ Jalal Ud Deen Rumi ♡ ♡ ♡

Wednesday, 24 June 2015



میں ویکھاں میرا یار نا ویکھے، جے میں نا ویکھاں تے اوہ ویکھے
غلام فریداؒ۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ بوھے یار دے مریئے، اوہ ویکھے یا نا ویکھے
خواجہ غلام فریدؒ