مقام حکیم آلمانی نیچہ

ہر کجا استیزہ ی بود و نبودکس نداند سر این چرخ کبود

The conflict of being and not-being is universal; no man knows the secret of yon azure sky.

ہر کجا مرگ آورد پیغام زیستایخوش آنمردی کہ داند مرگ چیست

Everywhere death brings the message of life – happy is the man who knows what death is.

ہر کجا مانند باد ارزان حیاتبے ثبات و با تمنای ثبات

Everywhere life is as cheap as the wind, unstable, and aspiring to stability.

چشم من صد عالم شش روزہ دیدتا حد این کائنات آمد پدید

My eyes had beheld a hundred six-day worlds and at last the borders of this universe appeared;

ہر جھان را ماہ و پروینی دگرزندگی را رسم و آئینی دگر

Each world had a different moon, a different Pleiades, a different manner and mode of existence.

وقت ہر عالم روان مانند زودیر یاز اینجا و آنجا تند رو

Time in each world flowed like the sea, here slowly and there swiftly;

سال ما اینجا مہی آنجا دمیبیش این عالم بہ آن عالم کمی

Our year was here a month, there a moment, this world’s more was that world’s less.

عقل ما اندر جھانی ذوفنوندر جہان دیگری خوار و زبون

Our reason in one world was all-cunning, in another world it was mean and abased.

بر ثغور این جہان چون و چندبود مردی با صدای دردمند

On the frontiers of this world of quality and quantity dwelt a man with a voice full of agony,

دیدۂ او از عقابان تیز ترطلعت او شاہد سوز جگر

His vision keener than an eagle’s, his mien witness to a heart afire;

دمبدم سوز درون او فزودبر لبش بیتی کہ صد بارش سرود

Every moment his inward glow increased. On his lips was a verse he chanted a hundred times:

"نہ جبریلی نہ فردوسی نہ حوری نے خداوندےکف خاکی کہ میسوزد ز جان آرزومندے"

‘No Gabriel, no Paradise, no houri, no God, only a handful of dust consumed by a yearning soul.’

من بہ رومی گفتم این دیوانہ کیستگفت" این فرزانۂ المانوی ست

I said to Rumi, ‘Who is this madman?’ He answered: ‘This is the German genius.

در میان این دو عالم جای اوستنغمۂ دیرینہ اندر نای اوست

Whose place is between these two worlds; his reed-pipe contains an ancient melody.

باز این حلاج بے دار و رسننوع دیگر گفتہ آن حرف کہن

This Hallaj without gallows and rope has spoken anew those ancient words;

حرف او بے باک و افکارش عظیمغربیان از تیغ گفتارش دو نیم

His words are fearless; his thoughts sublime, the Westerners are struck asunder by the sword of his speech.

ہمنشین بر جذبہ او پے نبردبندۂ مجذوب را مجنون شمرد

His colleagues have not comprehended his ecstasy and have reckoned the ecstatic mad.

عاقلان از عشق و مستی بے نصیبنبض او دادند در دست طبیب

Intellectuals have no share of love and intoxication; they placed his pulse in the hand of the physician,

با پزشکان چیست غیر از ریو و رنگواے مجذوبی کہ زاد اندر فرنگ

Yet what have doctors but deceit and fraud? Alas for the ecstatic born in Europe!

ابن سینا بر بیاضی دل نہدرگ زند یا حب خواب آور دہد

Avicenna puts his faith in textbooks and slits a vein, or prescribes a sleeping-pill.

بود حلاجی بہ شہر خود غریبجان ز ملا برد و کشت او را طبیب

He was a Hallaj who was a stranger in his own city; he saved his life from the mullahs, and the physicians slew him.

مرد رہ دانی نبود اندر فرنگپس فزون شد نغمہ اش از تار چنگ

‘There was none in Europe who knew the Way, so his melody outstretched the strings of his lute;

راہرو را کس نشان از رہ ندادصد خلل در واردات او فتاد

None showed the wayfarer the road, and a hundred flaws vitiated his visitations.

نقد بود و کس عیار او را نکردکاردانے مرد کار او را نکرد

He was true coin, but there was none to assay him, expert in theory, but none to prove him;

عاشقی در آہ خود گم گشتہ ئیسالکی در راہ خود گم گشتہ ئی

A lover lost in the labyrinth of his sighs, a traveller gone astray in his own path.

مستی او ھر زجاجی را شکستاز خدا ببرید و ھم از خود گسست

His intoxication shattered every glass; he broke from God, and was snapped too from himself.

خواست تا بیند بہ چشم ظاہریاختلاط قاہری با دلبری

He desired to see, with his external eyes, the intermingling of power with love;

خواست تا از آب و گل آید برونخوشہ ئی کز کشت دل آید برون

He yearned for these to come forth from water and clay a cluster sprouting from the seed-bud of the heart.

آنچہ او جوید مقام کبریاستاین مقام از عقل و حکمت ماوراست

What he was seeking was the station of Omnipotence, which station transcends reason and philosophy.

زندگی شرح اشارات خودی استلا و الا از مقامات خودی است

Life is a commentary on the hints of the Self, "no" and "but" are of the stations of the Self;

او بہ لا درماند و تا الا نرفتاز مقام عبدہ بیگانہ رفت

He remained fast in "no" and did not reach "but" being a stranger to the station of "His servant".

با تجلی ہمکنار و بے خبردور تر چون میوہ از بیخ شجر

Revelation embraced him, yet he knew it not, being like fruit all the farther from the roots of the tree.

چشم او جز رویت آدم نخواستنعرہ بیباکانہ زد "آدم کجاست"

His eyes desired no other vision but man; fearlessly he shouted, "Where is man?"

ورنہ او از خاکیان بیزار بودمثل موسی طالب دیدار بود

And else he had despaired of earth’s creatures and like Moses he was seeking the vision.

کاش بودی در زمان احمدیتا رسیدی بر سرور سرمدی

Would that he had lived in Ahmad’s time, so that he might have attained eternal joy.

عقل او با خویشتن در گفتگوستتو رہ خود رو کہ راہ خود نکوست

His reason is in dialogue with itself; take your own way, for one’s own way is good.

پیش نہ گامی کہ آمد آن مقامکاندرو بے حرف می روید کلام"

Stride onwards, for now that station has come wherein speech sprouts without spoken words.’