Wednesday, November 27, 2013

(Pas Che Bayad Kard-19) Safar Ba Ghazni Wa Ziarat-e-Mazar Hakeem Sanayi (R.A.)



VISITING GHAZNI AND OFFERING REVERENCE TO HAKIM SANAI
 
By the favour of the martyred King,
my mornings and evenings were as pleasant as those of Eid
Bar of the East, the Indina faqir,
was guest unto that monarch with saturn as throne.
Ever since I moved from the royal city,
travelling became lighter for me than sojourn.
I opened my breast to the breeze by which
tulips had sprung up the past year in the mountains.
Alas! Ghazni, the home of learning and art,
the hunting ground of lion-hunters of yore,
a beautiful bride of Mahmud’s realm,
of whose henna-dyed adorners one was the Sage of Tus.
In it resting in eternal sleep the Ghaznavid sage too
by whose voice the hearts of men grew strong.
That seer of the unseen, man of high station
by whose iteration Rumi’s passion rose to a climax.
I exulted in the Present, he exulted in the Hidden,
both having their wheewithal
from zest for the sight of sights.
He raised the veil from the face of Faith
and my thought indicated the destiny of a believer.
Both learnt their lesson from Qur’anic Wisdom.
He speaks of God while I speak of godly folk.
I felt afire in the tomb’s atmosphere
to such an extent that I became apprized of a cry.
I said to him “O you seer of the secrets of life,
both this world and the other luminous to you,
our age is infatuated by material things symbolised by water and clay,
which raises problems without end for those godly.
Leave aside what the believers suffered
at the hands of Western nations,
there have sprung up so many mischiefs in the Harem even.
Since the believers sight was not disciplined by the heart,
the glamour of the West bewitched his eyes.
O you seer of the hidden, leader of the knowing once,
by whose beneficence the rawness of the seers became mature,
whatever is there hidden behind the veil, let me know;
may he the wave once past should come back in the stream.

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