نوای وقت

خورشید بدامانم انجم بہ گریبانمدر من نگری ہیچم در خود نگری جانمدر شہر و بیابانم در کاخ و شبستانممن دردم و درمانم، من عیش فراوانممن تیغ جہانسوزم، من چشمۂ حیوانم

For all my solar heraldry and all my stellar pageantry, I am a mere nonentity, if you look hard enough at me. But from your human point of view I am the very life of you.
I dwell wherever you men dwell – in city, desert, hill and dell – and in ways no one can foretell I come into your life as well. I am both pain and remedy, both ennui and great luxury. I am an all-destroying sword; I am the fountain of eternity.

چنگیزی و تیموری، مشتی ز غبار منہنگامۂ افرنگی یک جستہ شرار منانسان و جھان او از نقش و نگار منخون جگر مردان، سامان بہار منمن آتش سوزانم من روضہ رضوانم

The ravages of Genghis Khan, the victories of Tamerlane, are merely handfuls of dust thrown up by my powerful typhoon. The West’s disaster-spelling reign is one of my stray sparks upflown.
Man and the planet he lives on are merely sketches I have drawn. The sketches have as yet to don a painting’s garb; and there has gone into them – all it foul or fair – the rich heart blood of men who dare. l am an all-consuming fire; I am the garden of immortality.

آسودہ و سیارم این طرفہ تماشا بیندر بادۂ امروزم کیفیت فردا بینپنہان بہ ضمیر من صد عالم رعنا بینصد کوکب غلطان بین صد گنبد خضرا بینمن کسوت انسانم پیراہن یزدانم

My paradox is manifest (to take it at its trickiest) eternal flux, eternal rest; unchangingness in change’s breast. Derive tomorrow’s ecstacies from my today’s wine, if you please.
You will find hidden in my mind a hundred worlds still undefined, worlds of a beautifuller kind than yours. The worlds I have outlined for making are new galaxies, new suns and moons and lands and seas. I am the element that man lives in, the milieu of divinity.

تقدیر فسون من تدبیر فسون توتو عاشق لیلائی من دشت جنون توچون روح روان پاکم از چند و چگون توتو راز درون من، من راز درون تواز جان تو پیدایم، در جان تو پنہانم

Fate is my magic powers’ source. Endeavour is the source of yours. You pitch against me your will’s force, designing for yourself your course, I am the desert that you rove, seeking the Laila that you love.
I am free as the soul is free from attributes of quantity – duration and extensity, succession and priority. You are thc secret inside me I am your being’s mystery. I live because you have a soul; and my abode is your soul’s privacy.

من رہرو و تو منزل من مزرع و تو حاصلتو ساز صد آہنگی تو گرمی این محفلآوارۂ آب و گل، دریاب مقام دلگنجیدہ بجامی بین این قلزم بی ساحلاز موج بلند تو سر بر زدہ طوفانم

I am a traveler on the road: You are my goal and my abode. I am a field that has been sowed and you the yield it has bestowed. By yourself a grand orchestra, you fill the world with your eclat.
O you, who have strayed from your way in this world made of grades of clay, try to find out what part it may be fitting for the heart to play. Contained in this cup you can see the whole of being’s boundless sea. It was your own tide riding high that made the raging storm that I am be.