Aaina kyu na doon ke tamasha kahe jise

Aaina kyu na doon ke tamasha kahe jise

Poet:  Mirza Ghalib

Aaina kyu na doon ke tamasha kahe jise

 Aisa kaha se laau ke tujhasa kahe jise

Hasrat ne la rakha teri bazm-e-khayal me

 Guldasta-e-nigaah suveda kahe jise

Phoonka hai kisne goshe mohabbat mein aye khuda

 Afasuun-e-intazar tamanna kahe jise

Sar par hajum-e-dard-e-garibi se daliye

 Wo ek musht-e-khak ke sahara kahe jise

Hai chashm-e-tar me hasarat-e-diidar se niha

 Shauq-e-ina gusekhta dariya kahe jise

Darakar hai shiguftan-e-gul haye aish ko

 Sub_h-e-bahar paba-e-miina kahe jise

“ghalib” bura na man jo vaiz bura kahe

 Aisa bhii koii hai ke sab achchha kahe ji

Shehr e Dil

Shehr e Dil

Poet: Mirza Ghalib

Dukh Day Kar Sawaal Kartay ho,

 Tum Bhe GHAALiB ! Kamaal Kartay ho..

Daikh Kar Pooch Liyaa haal meraa,

 Chalo Kuch tou Khayaal Kartay ho..

Shehar -e- Dil may Ye Udaasiyaan Kaisi ??

 Ye Bhe mujh say Sawaal Kartay ho ???

Marnaa Chaahain tou mar nahe Saktay,

 tum Bhe Jeenaa muhaal Kartay ho..

ab Kiss Kiss Ki misaal Doon tum Ko ?

 her Sitam Bay-misaal Kartay ho . .

Har baat par kehte ho tum

Har baat par kehte ho tum

 Poet: Mirza Ghalib

Har baat par kehte ho tum ke tu kya hai

 Tumhi batao yeh andaz-e-guftgu kya hai

 ragon mai daudane ke ham nahi kayal

 jo aankh hi se na tapka woh lahu kya hai

Nukta chii hai gam e dil,ke sunaya na bane

 kya baat bane wahan,jahan baat banye na bane?.

 ishq par zor nahi hai yeh woh attish galib

 jo lagaye na lage bhujhaye na bane?

Na tha main to khuda tha,

 kuch na hota to khuda hota?

 mitaya mujh ko hone ne,

 na hota main to kya hota

Kahu kis se ki kya kiya hai

 shabe gam buri bala hai

 mujhe kya bura tha marna

 gar ek baar hota

Na tha kuchch to KHuda tha, kuchch na hota to KHuda hota

 duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota maiN to kya hota ?

 huaa jab GHam se yooN behis to GHam kya sar ke kaTne ka

 na hota gar juda tan se to zaanooN par dhaRa hota

 huee muddat ke ?GHalib? mar gaya par yaad aata hai

 wo har ek baat pe kehana, ke yooN hota to kya hota ?

Ek baat pe kehte ho tum ke

Ek baat pe kehte ho tum ke

 Poet: Mirza Ghalib

har ek baat pe kehte ho tum ke ?too kya hai? ?

 tumheeN kaho ke yeh andaaz-e-guftgoo kya hai ?

na shole meiN yeh karishma na barq meiN yeh ada

 koee batao ki woh shoKH-e-tund_KHoo kya hai ?

                              yeh rashk hai ki wo hota hai ham_suKHan tumse

wagarna KHauf-e-bad_aamozi-e-adoo kya hai ?

chipak raha hai badan par lahoo se pairaahan

 hamaaree jeb ko ab haajat-e-rafoo kya hai ?

jalaa hai jicm jahaaN dil bhee jal gaya hoga

 kuredate ho jo ab raakh, justjoo kya hai ?

ragoN meiN dauDte firne ke ham naheeN qaayal

 jab aaNkh hee se na Tapka to fir lahoo kya hai ?

woh cheez jiske liye hamko ho bahisht azeez

 siwaay baada-e-gul_faam-e-mushkaboo kya hai ?

piyooN sharaab agar KHum bhee dekh looN do chaar

 yeh sheesha-o-qadah-o-kooza-o-suboo kya hai ?

rahee na taaqat-e-guftaar, aur agar ho bhee

 to kis ummeed pe kahiye ke aarzoo kya hai ?

bana hai shaah ka musaahib, fire hai itaraata

 wagarna shehar meiN ?GHalib? kee aabroo kya hai ?

Tu dost kisi ka bhi sitamgar na hua tha

Tu dost kisi ka bhi sitamgar na hua tha

  Poet: Mirza Ghalib

Tu dost kisi ka bhi sitamgar na hua tha

 auron pe hai wo zulm ki mujh par na hua tha

 choda mah-e-nakhshab ke tarah dast-e-qaza ne

 khurshid hanoz us ke barabar na hua tha

 taufiq ba andaz-e-himmat hai azal se

 aankhon mein hai wo qatara ki gohar na hua tha

 jab tak ke na dekha tha qad-e-yar ka aalam

 main motaqid-e-fitana-e-mahashar na hua tha

 main sada dil aazurdagi-e-yar se khush hun

 yani sabaq-e-shauq mukarrar na hua tha

 dariya-e-maasi tunuk abhi se hua khushk

 mera sar-e-daman bhi abhi tar na hua tha

 jari thi asad dag-e-jigar se mere tahasil

 aatashqada jagir-e-samandar na hua tha

Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota

Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota

 Poet:  Mirza Ghalib

Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota

 agar aur jite rehte yahi intazar hota

 tere wade par jiye hum to ye jan jhooth jana

 ke khushi se mar na jate agar aitabar hota

 teri nazuki se jana ki bandha tha ahdboda

 kabhi tu na tod sakata agar ustavar hota

 koi mere dil se puche tere tir-e-nimakash ko

 ye khalish kahan se hoti jo jigar ke par hota

 ye kahan ke dosti hai ke bane hain dost naseh

 koi charasaz hota, koi gamgusar hota

 rag-e-sang se tapakata wo lahu ki phir na thamata

 jise gham samajh rahe ho ye agar sharar hota

 gham agarche jangusil hai, pe kahan bachen ke dil hai

 gam-e-ishq gar na hota, gam-e-rozagar hota

 kahun kis se main ke kya hai, shab-e-gam buri bala hai

 mujhe kya bura tha marana agar ek bar hota

 hue mar ke hum jo rusava, hue kyon na garq-e-dariya

 na kabhi janaza uthata, na kaheen mazar hota

 use kon dekh sakata ki yagana hai wo yakta

 jo dui ke bu bhi hoti to kaheen do char hota

 ye masail-e-tasavvuf, ye tera bayan ‘ghalib’

 tujhe hum wali samajhate, jo na badakhvar hota

Hamdardi

Hamdardi

Poet : Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Tehni Pe Kisi Shajar Ki Tanha

 Bulbul Tha Koi Udaas Betha

 Kehta Tha Ke Raat Sar Pe Aai

 Urney Chugney Mai Din Guzara

 Pohchun Kis Tarah Aashiyaan Tak

 Har Cheez Pe Chaa Gaya Andhera

Sun Ke Bulbul Ki Aah-O-Zaari

 Jugnu Koi Paas Hi Se Bola

 Hazir Hun Madad Ko Jaan-O-Dil Se

 Keera Hun Agarcha Mai Zara Sa

 Kiya Gham Hai Jo Raat Hai Andheri

 Mai Raah Mai Roshni Karonga

 ALLAH Ne Di Hai Mujh Ko Mashal

 Chamka Ke Mujhe Diya Banaya

Hain Log Wohi Jahan Mai Ache

 Aate Hain Jo Kaam Dosron Ke

A Longing (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

A Longing

            Poet: Allama Muhammad Iqbal

 O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages!

When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be

I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires

The silence which speech may ardently love!

I vehemently desire silence, I strongly long that

A small hut in the mountain's side may there be

Freed from worry I may live in retirement

Freed from the cares of the world I may be

Birds chirping may give the pleasure of the lyre

In the spring's noise may the orchestra's melody be

The flower bud bursting may give God's message to me

Showing the whole world 1 to me this small wine-cup may be

My arm may be my pillow, and the green grass my bed be

Putting the congregation to shame my solitude's quality be

The nightingale be so familiar with my face that

Her little heart harboring no fear from me may be

Avenues of green trees standing on both sides be

The spring's clear water providing a beautiful picture be

The view of the mountain range may be so beautiful

To see it the waves of water again and again rising be

The verdure may be asleep in the lap of the earth

Water running through the bushes may glistening be

Again and again the flowered boughs touching the water be

As if some beauty looking at itself in mirror be

When the sun apply myrtle to the evening's bride

The tunic of every flower may pinkish golden be

When night's travellers falter behind with fatigue

Their only hope my broken earthenware lamp may be

May the lightning lead them to my hut

When clouds hovering over the whole sky be.

The early dawn's cuckoo, that morning's mu'adhdhin2

May my confidante he be, and may his confidante I be

May I not be obligated to the temple or to the mosque

May the hut's hole alone herald of morning's arrival be

When the dew may come to perform the flowers' ablution

May wailing my supplication, weeping my ablution be

In this silence may my heart's wailing rise so high

That for stars' caravan the clarion's call my wailing be

May every compassionate heart weeping with me be

Perhaps it may awaken those who may unconscious be

A Mountain and A Squirrel (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

A Mountain and A Squirrel

                                                 Poet: Allama Muhammad Iqbal

                                                                                                                                                     

 A mountain was saying this to a squirrel

'Commit suicide if you have self-respect

You are insignificant, still so arrogant, how strange!

You are neither wise, nor intelligent! not even shrewd!

It is strange when the insignificant pose as important!

When the stupid ones like you pose as intelligent!

You are no match in comparison with my splendor

Even the earth is low compared with my splendor

The grandeur of mine does not fall to your lot

The poor animal cannot equal the great mountain! '

On hearing this the squirrel said, 'Hold your tongue!

These are immature thoughts, expel them from your heart!

I do not care if I am not large like you!

You are not a pretty little thing like me

Everything shows the Omni-potence of God

Some large, some small, is the wisdom of God

He has created you large in the world

And He has taught me climbing large trees

You are unable to walk a single step

Only large size! What other greatness have you?

If you are large show me some of the skills I have

Show me how you break this beetle nut as I can

Nothing is useless in this world

Nothing is bad in God's creation

A Spider and A Fly(Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

A Spider and A Fly

                                  Poet: Allama Muhammad Iqbal

 One day a spider said to a fly

'Though you pass this way daily

My hut has never been honored by you

By making a chance visit inside by you

Though depriving strangers of a visit does not matter

Evading the near and dear ones does not look good

My house will be honored by a visit by you

A ladder is before you if you decide to step in

Hearing this the fly said to the spider,

'Sire, you should entice some simpleton thus

This fly would never be pulled into your net

Whoever climbed your net could never step down'

The spider said, 'How strange, you consider me a cheat

I have never seen a simpleton like you in the world

I only wanted to entertain you

I had no personal gain in view

You have come flying from some unknown distant place

Resting for a while in my house would not harm you

Many things in this house are worth your seeing

Though apparently a humble hut you are seeing

Dainty drapes are hanging from the doors

And I have decorated the walls with mirrors

Beddings are available for guests' comforts

Not to everyone's lot do fall these comforts'.

The fly said, 'All this may very well be

But do not expect me to enter your house

'May God protect me from these soft beds

Once asleep in them getting up again is impossible'

The spider spoke to itself on hearing this talk

'How to trap it? This wretched fellow is clever

Many desires are fulfilled with flattery in the world

All in the world are enslaved with flattery'

Thinking this the spider spoke to the fly thus!

'Madam, God has bestowed great honors on you!

Everyone loves your beautiful face

Even if someone sees you for the first time

Your eyes look like clusters of glittering diamonds

God has adorned your beautiful head with a plume

This beauty, this dress, this elegance, this neatness!

And all this is very much enhanced by singing in flight'.

The fly was touched by this flattery

And spoke, 'I do not fear you any more

I hate the habit of declining requests

Disappointing somebody is bad indeed'

Saying this it flew from its place

When it got close the spider snapped it

The spider had been starving for many days

The fly provided a good leisurely meal

A Prayer (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

  A Prayer

              (Poet : Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

My invocations are sincere and true,

They form my ablutions and prayers due.

One glance of guide such joy and warmth can grant,

On marge of stream can bloom the tulip plant.

One has no comrade on Love's journey long

Save fervent zeal, and passion great and strong.

O God, at gates of rich I do not bow,

You are my dwelling place and nesting bough.

Your Love in my breast burns like Doomsday morn,

The cry, He is God, on my lips is born.

Your Love, makes me God, fret with pain and pine,

You are the only quest and aim of mine.

Without You town appears devoid of life,

When present, same town appears astir with strife.

For wine of gnosis I request and ask,

To get some dregs I break the cup and glass.

The mystics' gourds and commons' pitchers wait

For liquor of your Grace and Bounty great.

Against Your godhead I have a genuine plaint,

For You the Spaceless, while for me restraint.

Both verse and wisdom indicate the way

Which longing face to face can not convey.

A Cow and A Goat (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

A Cow and A Goat

                                Poet : Allama Muhammad Iqbal

There was a verdant pasture somewhere

Whose land was the very picture of beauty

How can the beauty of that elegance be described

Brooks of sparkling water were running on every side

Many were the pomegranate trees

And so were the shady peepul trees

Cool breeze flowed everywhere

Birds were singing everywhere

A goat arrived at a brook's bank from somewhere

It came browsing from somewhere in the nearby land

As she stopped and looked around

She noticed a cow standing by

The goat first presented her compliments to the cow

Then respectfully started this conversation

'How are you! Madam Cow'?

The cow replied, 'Not too well

'My life is a mere existence

My life is a complete agony

My life is in danger, what can I say?

My luck is bad, what can I say?

I am surprised at the state of affairs

I am cursing the evil people

The poor ones like us are powerless

Misfortunes surround the ones like us

None should nicely deal with Man

May God protect us from Man!

He murmurs if my milk declines

He sells me if my weight declines

He subdues us with cleverness!

Alluring, he always subjugates us!

I nurse his children with milk

I give them new life with milk

My goodness is repaid with evil

My prayer to God is for mercy! '

Having heard the cow's story like this

The goat replied, 'This complaint is unjust

Though truth is always bitter

I shall speak what is fair

This pasture, and this cool breeze

This green grass and this shade

Such comforts, were beyond our lot!

They were a far cry for us speechless poor!

We owe these pleasures to Man

We owe all our happiness to Man

We derive all our prosperity from him

What is better for us, freedom or bondage to him?

Hundreds of dangers lurk in the wilderness

May God protect us from the wilderness!

We are heavily indebted to him

Unjust is our complaint against him

If you appreciate the life's comforts

You would never complain against Man'

Hearing all this the cow felt embarrassed

She was sorry for complaining against Man

She mused over the good and the bad

And thoughtfully she said this

'Small though is the body of the goat

Convincing is the advice of the goat! '

Dua Bang -E-Dra ( Allama Muhammad iqbal )

Dua  (Prayer)  (Bang-e-Dra-126)

                                                  Poet : Allama Muhammad iqbal

Ya Rab! Dil-e-Muslim Ko Woh Zinda Tamana De

 Jo Qalb Ko Garma De, Jo Rooh Ko Tarpa De

                                 Phir Wadi-e-Faran Ke Har Zarre Ko Chamka De

                                 Phir Shauq-e-Tamasha De, Phir Zauq-e-Taqaza

Mehroom-e-Tamasha Ko Phir Dida-e-Beena De

 Dekha Hai Jo Kuch Mein Ne Auron Ko Bhi Dikhla De

                                 Bhatke Huway Aahu Ko Phir Soo’ay Haram Le Chal

                                 Iss Sheher Ke Khugar Ko Phir Wusaat-e-Sehra De

Paida Dil-e-Weeran Mein Phir Shaurish-e-Mehshar Kar

 Iss Mehmil-e-Khali Ko Phir Shahid-e-Laila De

                                 Iss Dour Ki Zulmat Mein Har Qalb-e-Preshan Ko

                                 Woh Dagh-e-Mohabbat De Jo Chand Ko Sharma De

Riffat Mein Maqasid Ko Humdosh-e-Surraya Kar

 Khuddari-e-Sahil De, Azadi-e-Darya De

                                  Be Lous Mohabbat Ho, Bebak Sadaqat Ho

                                  Seenon Mein Ujala Kar, Dil Soorat-e-Meena De

Ehsas Anayat Kar Asaar-e-Mosibat Ka

 Amroz Ki Shuarish Mein Andesha-e-Farda De

                                   Main Bulbul-e-Nalan Hun Ek Ujre Gulistan Ka

                                   Taseer Ka Saa’il Hun, Mauhtaj Ko, Data De!

Ilm-o-Ishq (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

Ilm-o-Ishq  (Zarb-e-Kaleem-011)

                                 Poet : Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Ilm Ne Mujh Se Kaha Ishq Hai Diwana-Pan

 Ishq Ne Mujh Se Kaha Ilm Hai Takhmeen-o-Zan

                            Band-e-Takhmeen-o-Zan! Kirm-e-Kitabi Na Ban

                            Ishq Sarapa Huzoor, Ilm Sarapa Hijab!

Ishq Ki Garmi Se Hai Maarka-e-Kainat

 Ilm Maqam-e-Sifat, Ishq Tamasha-e-Zaat

                             Ishq Sukoon-o-Sabat,Ishq Hayat-o-Mamat

                             Ilm Hai Paida Sawal, Ishq Hai Pinhan Jawab!

Ishq Ke Hain Maujazat Saltanat-o-Faqr-o-Deen

 Ishq Ke Adna Ghulam Sahib-e-Taj-o-Nageen

                              Ishq Makan-o-Makeen, Ishq Zaman-o-Zameen

                              Ishq Sarapa Yaqeen, Aur Yaqeen Fatah-e-Bab!

Shara-e-Mohabbat Mein Hai Ishrat-e-Manzil Haraam

 Shorish-e-Toofan Halal, Lazzat-e-Sahil Haraam

                              Ishq Pe Bijli Halal, Ishq Pe Hasil Haraam

                              Ilm Hai Ibn-Ul-Kitab, Ishq Umm-Ul-Kitab!

LA ILAHA ILLALLAH (Allama Muhammad Iqbal )

LA ILAHA ILLALLAH (NO GOD BUT ALLAH ) (Zarb-e-Kaleem-005)

                                                               Poet : Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Khudi Ka Sirr-e-Nihan La Ilaha Illallah

 Khudi Hai Taeg, Fasan La Ilaha Illallah

                                   Ye Dour Apne Baraheem Ki Talash Mein Hai

                                    Sanam Kudah Hai Jahan, La Ilaha Illallah

Kiya Hai Tu Ne Mataa-e-Ghuroor Ka Soda

 Faraib Sood-o-Zayan, La Ilaha Illallah

                                    Ye Maal-o-Doulat-e-Dunya, Ye Rishta-o-Pewand

                                     Butan-e-Weham-o-Guman, La Ilaha Illallah

Khird Huwi Hai Zaman-o-Makan Ki Zunnari

 Na Hai Zaman Na Makan, La Ilaha Illallah

                                     Ye Naghma Fasl-e-Gul-o-Lala Ka Nahin Paband

                                     Bahar Ho Ke Khazan, La Ilaha Illallah

Agarche But Hain Jamat Ki Astinon Mein

 Mujhe Hai Hukm-e-Azan, La Ilaha Illallah

March 1907 (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)

March 1907 (Bang-e-Dra-092)

                         Poet: Allama Muhammad Iqbal

Zamana Aya Hai Behijabi Ka, Aam Didar-e-Yar Ho Ga

 Sakoot Tha Parda Dar Jis Ka, Woh Raaz Ab Ashkar Ho Ga

               Guzar Gya Ab Woh Dor Saqi Ke Chup Ke Peete The Peene Wale

               Bane Ga Sara Jahan Maikhana, Har Koi Bada Khwar Ho Ga

Kabhi Jo Awara’ay Junoon The, Woh Bastiyon Mein Phir Aa Basain Ge

 Barhna Payi Wohi  Rahe Gi, Magar Naya Khar Zaar Ho Ga

              Suna Diya Gosh-e-Muntazir Ko Hijaz Ki Khamshi Ne Akhir

             Jo Ehad  Sehraiyon Se Bandha Gya Tha, Phir Ustawar Ho Ga

Nikl Ke Sehra Se Jis Ne Roma Ki Saltanat Ko Ulat Diya Tha

 Suna Hai Ye Qudsiyon Se Main Ne, Woh Sher Phir Hoshyar Ho Ga

             Kiya Mera Tazkara Jo Saqi Ne Badah Khawaron Ki Anjuman Mein

             To Peer-e-Maikhana Sun Ke Kehne Laga Ke Munh Phat Hai, Khuwar Ho Ga

Diyar-e-Maghrib Ke Rehne Walo ! Khuda Ki Basti Dukan Nahin Hai

 Khara Jise Tum Samajh Rahe Ho, Woh Ab Zr-e-Kam Ayaar Ho Ga

            Tumhari Tehzeeb Apne Khanjar Se Ap Hi Khudkushi Kare Gi

            Jo Shakh-e-Nazuk Pe Ashiyana Bane Ga, Na Paidar Ho Ga

Safina’ay Barg-e-Gul Bana Le Ga Qafla Moor-e-Natawan Ka

 Hazar Moujon Ki Ho Kashakash Magar Ye Darya Se Paar Ho Ga

           Chaman Mein Lala Dikhata Phirta Hai Dagh Apna Kali Kali Ko

           Ye Janta Hai Ke Iss Dikhawe Se Dil Jalon Mein Shumar Ho Ga

Jo Aik Tha Ae Nigah Tu Ne Hazar Kar Ke Humain Dikhaya

 Yehi Agar Kaifiyat Hai Teri To Phir Kise Itibaar Ho Ga

              Kaha Jo Qumri Se Main Ne Ek Din, Yahan Ke Azad Pa Ba Gil Hain

             To Ghunche Kehne Lage, Humare Chaman Ka Ye Raazdaar Ho Ga

Khuda Ke Ashiq To Hain Hazaron, Bannu Mein Phirte Hain Mare Mare

 Mein Uss Ka Banda Bano Ga Jis Ko Khuda Ke Bandon Se Pyar Ho Ga

             Ye Rasm-e-Bazm-e-Fana Hai Ae Dil! Gunah Hai Junbish-e-Nazar Bhi

             Rahe Gi Kya Abru Humari Jo Tu Yahan Be-Qarar Ho Ga

Mein Zulmat-e-Shab Mein Le Ke Niklun Ga Apne Darmandah Karwan Ko

 Sharar Fishan Ho Gi Aah Meri, Nafas Mera Shaola Bar Ho Ga

           Nahin Hai Ghair Az Namood Kuch Bhi Jo Maddaa Teri Zindagi Ka

          Tu Ek Nafas Mein Jahan Se Mitna Tujhe Misl-e-Sharaar Ho Ga

Na Pooch Iqbal Ka Thikana, Abhi Wohi Kaifiyat Hai Uss Ki

 Kahin Sar-e-Rah Guzar Baitha Sitam Kash-e-Intizar Ho Ga