اناالحق

اناالحق جز مقام کبریا نیستسزای او چلیپا ہست یا نیستاگر فردی بگوید سر زنش بہاگر قومے بگوید ناروا نیست

A place of I am God is God’s own place. This sin takes to gallows* or no disgrace?
* This sin takes to gallows or just gets grace. It refers to ‘Ana-al-Haq’ of Mansoor Hallaj.)
If one man says this reprove at this wrong; if a nation says, then you get along.

بہ آن ملت اناالحق سازگار استکہ از خونش نم ہر شاخسار استنہان اندر جلال او جمالیکہ او را نہ سپہر آئینہ دار است

I am the God suits to that nation lone; whose blood’s moisture feels each branch grown.
In whose power hids a beauty queer; to him the nine heavens are servants clear.

میان امتان والا مقام استکہ ن امت دو گیتی را امام استنیاساید ز کار فرینشکہ خواب و خستگی بر وی حرام است

Among nations large she holds a place great; that race is the leader of both worlds’ fate.
From her novel acts, new miracles breed; to dream and weaken is banned in her creed.

وجودش شعلہ از سوز درون استچو خس او را جہان چند و چون استکند شرح اناالحق ھمت اوپی ہر کن کہ میگوید یکون است

From her inner verve* that race is a flame; to her the world charms is a worthless game.
What means by I’m God her efforts define; her each ‘Kun’/’be’ says ‘Yakun’/‘become’ an object fine.
* What is Soz-i-Daroon (inner flame of love or inner verve of faithful is further defined by Iqbal in Javed Namah, under the beading of Afghani (Syed Jamaluddin Afghani) and Piyam-i-Mashriq: 1). He is making efforts from Inner verve’s flame, From bonds of East and West to one world’s frame. 2). My heart is lit up from inner flame; from blood tears my eye views the world’s frame. 3). To secrets of life they are almost blind, They brand the love’s pathos to deranged mind. 4). Like moths how long you lead fool’s life; how long you wont face the life’s hard strife. 5). Burn thy self once with thy inner flame; round one’s fire how long you move sans aim.

پرد در وسعت گردون یگانہنگاہ او بہ شاخ شیانہمہ و انجم گرفتار کمندشبدست اوست تقدیر زمانہ

Like a unique race thus she flies in space; with eyes ever set on her centre’s base.
The moon and stars in her lasso’s reach; lies in her hand the fate of age each.

بہ باغان عندلیبی خوش صفیریبہ راغان جرہ بازی زود گیریامیر او بہ سلطانی فقیریفقیر او بہ درویشے امیری

In garden’s lawn he is song bird sweet; in jungles a hawk with ruthless heat.
Her king in power is a poor man’s base; her poor man in want has a kingly grace.

بجام نو کہن می از سبو ریزفروغ خویش را بر کاخ و کو ریزاگر خواہی ثمر از شاخ منصوربہ دل لا غالب الا اللہ فرو ریز

Fill the old wine in the New Age bowl. Cast the self’s light on hills and lands whole.
If you wish to eat fruits from Mansoor’s bowl; say none save Allah can rule the world whole.*
* Basic thought: Take the world’s order in you own hand; throw other Gods from your heart’s land.)