در حقیقت شعر و اصلاح ادبیات اسلامیہ

گرم خون انسان ز داغ آرزوآتش، این خاک از چراغ آرزو

’Tis the brand of desire makes the blood of man run warm; dy the lamp of desire this dust is enkindled.

از تمنا می بجام آمد حیاتگرم خیز و تیزگام آمد حیات

By desire Life's cup is brimmed with wine; so that Life leaps to its feet and marches briskly on.

زندگی مضمون تسخیر است و بسآرزو افسون تسخیر است و بس

Life is occupied with conquest alone; and the one charm for conquest is desire.

زندگی صید افکن و دام آرزوحسن را از عشق پیغام آرزو

Life is the hunter and desire the snare; desire is Love’s message to Beauty.

از چہ رو خیزد تمنا دمبدماین نواے زندگی را زیر و بم

Wherefore doth desire swell continuously; the bass and treble of Life's song?

ہر چہ باشد خوب و زیبا و جمیلدر بیابان طلب ما را دلیل

Whatsoever is good and fair and beautiful, is our guide in the wilderness of seeking.

نقش او محکم نشیند در دلتآرزو ہا آفریند در دلت

Its image becomes impressed on thine heart; it creates desires in thine heart.

حسن خلاق بہار آرزوستجلوہ اش پروردگار آرزوست

Beauty is the creator of desire's springtide; desire is nourished by the display of Beauty.

سینہ ی شاعر تجلی زار حسنخیزد از سینای او انوار حسن

’Tis in the poet's breast that Beauty unveils; ’tis from his Sinai that Beauty's beams arise.

از نگاہش خوب گردد خوب ترفطرت از افسون او محبوب تر

By his look the fair is made fairer; through his enchantments Nature is more beloved.

از دمش بلبل نوا آموخت استغازہ اش رخسار گل افروخت است

From his lips the nightingale hath learned her song; and his rouge hath brightened the cheek of the rose.

سوز او اندر دل پروانہ ہاعشق را رنگین ازو افسانہ ہا

’Tis his passion burns in the heart of the moth’ ’tis he that lends glowing hues to love tales.

بحر و بر پوشیدہ در آب و گلشنصد جھان تازہ مضمر در دلش

Sea and land are hidden within his water and clay; a hundred new worlds are concealed in his heart.

در دماغش نادمیدہ لالہ ہاناشنیدہ نغمہ ہا ھم نالہ ہا

Ere tulips blossomed in his brain; there was heard no note of joy or grief.

فکر او با ماہ و انجم ہمنشینزشت را نا آشنا خوب آفرین

His thoughts dwell with the moon and the stars; he creates beauty and knows not what is ugly.

خضر و در ظلمات او آب حیاتزندہ تر از آب چشمش کائنات

He is a Khizr, and amidst his darkness is the Fountain of Life: All things that exist are made more living by his tears.

ما گران سیریم و خام و سادہ ایمدر رہ منزل ز پا افتادہ ایم

Heavily we go, like raw novices; stumbling on the way to the goal.

عندلیب او نوا پرداخت استحیلہ ئی از بہر ما انداخت است

His nightingale hath played a tune and laid a plot to beguile us.

تا کشد ما را بفردوس حیاتحلقہ ی کامل شود قوس حیات

That he may lead us into Life's Paradise,; and that Life's bow may become a full circle.

کاروانھا از درایش گام زندر پی آواز نایش گام زن

Caravans march at the sound of his bell; and follow the voice of his pipe.

چون نسیمش در ریاض ما وزدنرمک اندر لالہ و گل می خزد

When his zephyr blows in our garden; it slowly steals into the tulips and roses.

از فریب او خود افزا زندگیخود حساب و نا شکیبا زندگی

His witchery makes Life develop itself; and become self-questioning and impatient.

اہل عالم را صلا بر خوان کندآتش خود را چو باد ارزان کند

He invites the whole world to his table; he lavishes his fire as though it were cheap as air.

واے قومے کز اجل گیرد براتشاعرش وا بوسد از ذوق حیات

Woe to a people that resigns itself to death; and whose poet turns away from the joy of living!

خوش نماید زشت را آئینہ اشدر جگر صد نشتر از نوشینہ اش

His mirror shows beauty as ugliness; his honey leaves a hundred stings in the heart.

بوسہ ی او تازگی از گل بردذوق پرواز از دل بلبل برد

His kiss robs the rose of freshness; he takes away from the nightingale's heart the joy of flying.

سست اعصاب تو از افیون اوزندگانی قیمت مضمون او

The sinews are relaxed by his opium; thou payest for his song with the life.

می رباید ذوق رعنائی ز سروجرہ شاہین از دم سردش تذرو

He bereaves the cypress of delight in its beauty; his cold breath makes a pheasant of the male falcon.

ماہی و از سینہ تا سر آدم استچون بنات آشیان اندر یم است

He is a fish and from the breast upward a man; like the Sirens in the ocean.

از نوا بر ناخدا افسون زندکشتیش در قعر دریا افکند

With his song he enchants the pilot; and casts the ship to the bottom of the sea.

نغمہ ہایش از دلت دزدد ثباتمرگ را از سحر او دانی حیات

His melodies steal firmness from thine heart; his magic persuades thee that death is life.

دایہ ی ہستی ز جان تو بردلعل عنابی ز کان تو برد

He takes from thy soul the desire of existence; he extracts from thy mine the blushing ruby.

چون زیان پیرایہ بندد سود رامی کند مذموم ہر محمود را

He dresses gain in the garb of loss; he makes everything praiseworthy blameful.

در یم اندیشہ اندازد ترااز عمل بیگانہ می سازد ترا

He plunges thee in a sea of thought; and makes thee a stranger to action.

خستہ و ما از کلامش خستہ ترانجمن از دور جامش خستہ تر

He is sick, and by his words our sickness is increased; the more his cup goes round, the more sick are they that quaff it.

جوی برقی نیست در نیسان اویک سراب رنگ و بو بستان او

There are no lightning rains in his April; his garden is a mirage of colour and perfume.

حسن او را با صداقت کار نیستدر یمش جز گوہر تف دار نیست

His beauty hath no dealings with Truth; there are none but flawed pearls in his sea.

خواب را خوشتر ز بیداری شمردآتش ما از نفسہایش فسرد

Slumber he deemed sweeter than waking: Our fire was quenched by his breath.

قلب مسموم از سرود بلبلشخفتہ ماری زیر انبار گلشن

By the chant of his nightingale the heart was poisoned: Under his heap of roses lurked a snake.

از خم و مینا و جامش الحذراز می آئینہ فامش الحذر

Beware of his decanter and cup! Beware of his sparkling wine!

اے ز پا افتادہ ی صہبای اوصبح تو از مشرق مینای او

O thou whom his wine hath laid low; and who look’st to his glass for thy rising dawn.

اے دلت از نغمہ ہایش سرد جوشزہر قاتل خوردہ ئی از راہ گوش

O thou whose heart hath been chilled by his melodies; thou hast drunk deadly poison through the ear!

اے دلیل انحطاط انداز تواز نوا افتاد تار ساز تو

Thy way of life is a proof of thy degeneracy; the strings of thine instrument are out of tune.

آن چنان زار از تن آسانی شدیدر جہان ننگ مسلمانی شدی

'Tis pampered case hath made thee so wretched; a disgrace to Islam throughout the world.

از رگ گل می توان بستن ترااز نسیمی می توان خستن ترا

One can bind thee with the vein of a rose; one can wound thee with a zephyr.

عشق رسوا گشتہ از فریاد توزشت رو تمثالش از بہزاد تو

Love hath been put to shame by thy wailing; his fair picture hath been fouled by thy brush.

زرد از آزار تو رخسار اوسردے تو بردہ سوز از نار او

Thy illness hath paled his cheek; the coldness hath taken the glow from his fire.

خستہ جان از خستہ جانیہای توناتوان از ناتوانیھای تو

He is heartsick from thy heart sicknesses; and enfeebled by thy feeblenesses.

گریہ ی طفلانہ در پیمانہ اشکلفت آہی متاع خانہ اش

His cup is full of childish tears; his house is furnished with distressful sighs.

سر خوش از دریوزہ ی میخانہ ہاجلوہ دزد روزن کاشانہ ہا

He is a drunkard begging at tavern doors; stealing glimpses of beauty from lattices.

نا خوشی، افسردہ ئی، آزردہ ئیاز لگد کوب نگہبان مردہ ئی

Unhappy, melancholy, injured, kicked well-nigh to death by the warder;

از غمان مانند نے کاہیدہ ئیوز فلک صد شکوہ بر لب چیدہ ئی

Wasted like a reed by sorrows; on his lips a store of complaints against Heaven.

لابہ و کین جوھر آئینہ اشناتوانی ھمدم دیرینہ اش

Flattery and spite are the mettle of his mirror; helplessness his comrade of old;

پست بخت و زیر دست و دون نہادناسزا و ناامید و نامراد

A miserable base-born underling without worth or hope or object;

شیونش از جان تو سرمایہ بردلطف خواب از دیدہ ی ہمسایہ برد

Whose lamentations have sucked the marrow from thy soul; and driven off gentle sleep from thy neighbours' eyes.

وای بر عشقی کہ نار او فسرددر حرم زائید و در بتخانہ مرد

Alas for a love whose fire is extinct; a love that was born in the Holy Place and died in the house of idols!

اے میان کیسہ ات نقد سخنبر عیار زندگی او را بزن

Oh, if thou hast the coin of poesy in thy purse; rub it on the touchstone of Life!

فکر روشن بین عمل را رہبر استچون درخش برق پیش از تندر است

Clear-seeing thought shows the way to action; as the lightning-flash precedes the thunder.

فکر صالح در ادب می بایدترجعتی سوی عرب می بایدت

It is fitting for you to deeply reflect on literature; it is fitting for you to return to Arabia.

دل بہ سلمای عرب باید سپردتا دمد صبح حجاز از شام کرد

Thou must needs give thine heart to the Salma of Araby; that the morn of the Hijaz may blossom from the night of Kurdistan.

از چمن زار عجم گل چیدہ ئینو بھار ہند و ایران دیدہ ئی

Thou hast gathered roses from the garden of Persia; and seen the springtide of India and Iran:

اندکی از گرمی صحرا بخوربادہ ی دیرینہ از خرما بخور

Now taste a little of the heat of the desert; drink the old wine of the date!

سر یکے اندر بر گرمش بدہتن دمی با صرصر گرمش بدہ

Lay thine head for once on its hot breast. Yield thy body awhile to its scorching wind!

مدتے غلطیدہ ئی اندر حریرخو بہ کرپاس درشتی ہم بگیر

For a long time thou hast turned about on a bed of silk: Now accustom thyself to rough cotton!

قرنھا بر لالہ پا کوبیدہ ئیعارض از شبنم چو گل شوئیدہ ئی

For generations thou hast danced on tulips; and bathed thy cheek in dew, like the rose:

خویش ر بر ریگ سوزان ہم بزنغوطہ اندر چشمہ ی زمزم بزن

Now throw thyself on the burning sand; and plunge in to the fountain of Zamzam!

مثل بلبل ذوق شیون تا کجادر چمن زاران نشیمن تا کجا

How long wilt thou fain lament like the nightingale? How long make thine abode in gardens?

اے ھما از یمن دامت ارجمندآشیانی ساز بر کوہ بلند

O thou whose auspicious snare would do honour to the Phoenix; build a nest on the high mountains.

آشیانی برق و تندر در بریاز کنام جرہ بازان برتری

A nest embosomed in lightning and thunder; loftier than eagle’s eye.

تا شوی در خورد پیکار حیاتجسم و جانت سوزد از نار حیات

That thou mayst be fit for Life’s battle; that thy body and soul may burn in Life's fire!