(Armaghan-e-Hijaz-40) (غریب شہر ہوں میں، سن تو لے میری فریاد) Ghareeb-e-Shehar Hun Mein, Sun To Le Meri Faryad

 

 

غريب    شہر ہوں ميں، سن تو لے مري فريادکہ تيرے سينے ميں بھي ہوں قيامتيں آباد
مري نوائے غم آلود ہے متاع عزيز
جہاں ميں عام نہيں دولت دل ناشاد
گلہ ہے مجھ کو زمانے کي کور ذوقي سے
سمجھتا ہے مري محنت کو محنت فرہاد
'' صدائے تيشہ کہ بر سنگ ميخورد دگر است
خبر بگير کہ آواز تيشہ و جگر است''

 

 

Ghareeb-E-Shehar Hon Mein, Sun To Le Meri Faryad
Ke Tere Sine Mein Bhi Hon Qayamatain Abad

Meri Nawa’ay Gham Aalood Hai Mataa-E-Aziz
Jahan Mein Aam Nahin Doulat-E-Dil Na-Shaad

Gila Hai Mujh Ko Zamane Ki Kaur Zauqi Se
Samjhta Hai Meri Mehnat Ko Mehnat-E-Farhad

Sada’ay Tesha K Bar Sang Mei-Khud Degar Ast
Khabar Bageer K Awaz-E-Tesha Wa Jigar Ast

 

THE AMANNENSIS OF MULLAH ZAIGHUM
From the Note Book of MuIlah Zada Zaightttu Lolabi of Kashmir

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To this poor man of town pay special heed,
Who craves great ferments¹ for thy bosom’s feed.

My woeful tone thus, a great wealth to soul,
A woeful heart’s wealth, not a common dole.

I have a right grievance on world’s taste blind,
Who took my love’s labour of Farhad’s kind.

On stone the axe sound, totally apart!¹
Listen! that was sound of axe and the heart!²

1 and 2. Note the great depth of thought in this Persian couplet of Mirza Mazhar Jan Janan of Delhi which Iqbal has quoted here. With this axe Farhad wanted to dig a canal from a mountain of Persia to win his lady love who was a Princess of that land. In that labour (of love) his whole blood of heart and soul is involved.