حرکت بہ کاخ سلاطین مشرق نادر ابدالی سلطان شہید

رفت در جانم صدای برتریمست بودم از نوای برتری

The voice of Bartari penetrated into my soul; I was intoxicated with Bartari’s song.

گفت رومی "چشم دل بیدار بہپا برون از حلقۂ افکار نہ

Rumi said: ‘It is better to open your eyes, better to step outside the circle of your thoughts.

کردہ ئی بر بزم درویشان گذریک نظر کاخ سلاطین ہم نگر

You have passed by the banquet of dervishes; give one glance also at the palace of kings.

خسروان مشرق اندر انجمنسطوت ایران و افغان و دکن

The sovereigns of the East are here assembled, the might of Iran, Afghanistan and Deccan;

نادر آن دانای رمز اتحادبا مسلمان داد پیغام وداد

Nadir, who knew the secret of unity and conveyed to the Moslems the message of love;

مرد ابدالی وجودش آیتیداد افغان را اساس ملتی

Heroic Abdali, his whole being a sign, who gave the Afghans the foundation of nationhood;

آن شہیدان محبت را امامآبروی ہند و چین و روم و شام

That leader of all the martyrs of love, "Glory of India, China, Turkey and Syria",

نامش از خورشید و مہ تابندہ ترخاک قبرش از من و تو زندہ تر

Whose name is more resplendent than the sun and the moon, the dust of whose grave is more living than I and you.

عشق رازی بود بر صحرا نھادتو ندانی جان چہ مشتاقانہ داد

Love is a mystery, which he revealed in the open plain – do you not know how yearningly he gave his life?

از نگاہ خواجۂ بدر و حنینفقر سلطان وارث جذب حسین

By grace of the gaze of the victor of Badr and Hunain. The poverty of the king became heir to Husain’s ecstasy;

رفت سلطان زین سرای ہفت روزنوبت او در دکن باقے ہنوز"

The King departed from this tavern of seven days, yet still to this day his trumpet sounds in Deccan.’

حرف و صوتم خام و فکرم ناتمامکی توان گفتن حدیث آن مقام

My words and voice are immature, my thought imperfect: how can I hope to describe that place?

نوریان از جلوہ ہای او بصیرزندہ و دانا و گویا و خبیر،

The beings of light from its reflected glory derive vision, vitality, knowledge, speech, awareness;

قصرے از فیروزہ دیوار و درشآسمان نیلگون اندر برش

A palace whose walls and gates are of turquoise holding in its bosom the whole azure sky;

رفعت او برتر از چند و چگونمی کند اندیشہ را خوار و زبون

Soaring beyond the bounds of quantity and quality, it reduces thought to mean impotence.

آن گل و سرو و سمن آن شاخساراز لطافت مثل تصویر بھار

The roses, the cypresses, the jasmines, the flowering boughs delicate as a picture painted by the hand of spring;

ہر زمان برگ گل و برگ شجردارد از ذوق نمو رنگ دگر

The petals of the flowers, the leaves of the trees every moment put on new colours out of the joy of growth;

اینقدر باد صبا افسونگر استتا مژہ برھم زنی زرد احمر است

Such a spellbinder the zephyr is that as you wink, gold is turned to scarlet;

ہر طرف فوارہ ہا گوہر فروشمرغک فردوس زاد اندر خروش

On every side pearl-scattering fountains, birds born of Paradise in clamant song.

بارگاہے اندر آن کاخے بلندذرہ او آفتاب اندر کمند

Within that lofty palace was a chamber whose motes held the sun in a lasso;

سقف و دیوار و اساطین از عقیقفرش او از یشم و پرچین از عقیق

The roof, walls and columns were of red agate, the floor of jasper, enclosed in carnation.

بر یمین و بر یسار آن وثاقحوریان صف بستہ با زرین نطاق

To the right and left of that lodge houris with golden girdles stood in ranks,

در میان بنشستہ بر اورنگ زرخسروان جم حشم بہرام فر

And in the midst, seated on thrones of gold, sovereigns stately as Jamshid, splendid as Bahram.

رومی آن آئینۂ حسن ادببا کمال دلبری بگشاد لب

Rumi, that mirror of perfect refinement, with utmost affection opened his lips.

گفت "مردی شاعری از خاور استشاعری یا ساحری از خاور است

Saying, ‘Here is a poet from the East – either a poet, or an eastern magician;

فکر او باریک و جانش دردمندشعر او در خاوران سوزی فکند"

His thoughts are acute, his soul impassioned; his verses have kindled a fire in all the East’.

خوش بیا اے نکتہ سنج خاوریاے کہ می زیبد ترا حرف دریمحرم رازیم با ما راز گوےآنچہ میدانی ز ایران باز گوی

Welcome to you, eastern weaver of subtleties whose lips the Persian speech so well beseems!
We are your intimate friends; tell us your secret, reveal what you know of Iran.

بعد مدت چشم خود بر خود گشادلیکن اندر حلقۂ دامی فتاد

After long ages she opened her eyes on herself, but then she fell into the snare of a trap,

کشتۂ ناز بتان شوخ و شنگخالق تہذیب و تقلید فرنگ

Slain by the charm of bold and elegant idols, creator of culture-and slavish imitation of Europe.

کار آن وارفتۂ ملک و نسبذکر شاپور است و تحقیر عرب

Lost in the cult of ‘rulership’ and ‘race’, she acclaims the glory of Shapur, and despises the Arabs;

روزگار او تہے از وارداتاز قبور کہنہ می جوید حیات

Her day today being empty of new achievements she seeks for life in ancient sepulchres.

با وطن پیوست و از خود در گذشتدل بہ رستم داد و از حیدر گذشت

Wedded to the ‘fatherland’, having abandoned her self she has given her heart to Rustam, and turned from Haidar.

نقش باطل مے پذیرد از فرنگسر گذشت خود بگیرد از فرنگ

She is accepting a false image from Europe; she takes the version of her history from Europe.

پیری ایران زمان یزد جردچہرۂ او بے فروغ از خون سرد

Iran was aged already in the time of Yazdajird, her cheeks were lack-lustre, her blood was cold.

دین و آئین و نظام او کہنشید و تار صبح و شام او کہن

Ancient her religion, her laws, her system, ancient the light and dark of her dawn and eve;

موج مے در شیشۂ تاکش نبودیک شرر در تودۂ خاکش نبود

In her vine’s flask no wine foamed, no spark glowed in her heap of dust;

تا ز صحرائی رسیدش محشریآنکہ داد او را حیات دیگری

Till from the desert a resurrection came to her which endowed her with new life.

اینچین حشر از عنایات خداستپارس باقی، رومةالکبری کجاست

Such a resurrection is a grace of God: Persia lives on-where is Rome the mighty?

آنکہ رفت از پیکر او جان پاکبے قیامت بر نمی آید ز خاک

He from whose body the pure spirit has departed cannot rise from the dust without a resurrection.

مرد صحرائی بہ ایران جان دمیدباز سوی ریگزار خود رمید

The desert-dwellers breathed life into Iran and then sped back to their sandy wastes;

کہنہ را از لوح ما بسترد و رفتبرگ و ساز عصر نو آورد و رفت

They erased from our tablet all that was old, and departed; they brought the apparatus of a new age, and departed.

آہ، احسان عرب نشناحتنداز تش افرنگیان بگداختند

Alas, Iran has not recognized the benefaction of the Arabs; she has melted away in Europe’s fire.