|The Rod of Moses
|A Declaration of War against the Present Age |
|Like the wind of morn imbibe the wish to blow, |
|DEDICATION TO NAWAB SIR HAMIDULLAH KHAN THE RULER OF BHOPAL |
|To Readers |
|The Prologue |
|Islam And Mussulman|
|No God But He |
|Submission to Fate |
|Admonition to a Philosophy Stricken Sayyid |
|The Earth and the Sky |
|The Decline of The Muslims |
|Knowledge and Love |
|Thanks Cum Complaint |
|Dhikr and Fikr |
|Mullah of the Mosque |
|Oneness of God |
|Knowledge and Religion |
|Indian Muslim |
| Written on the Occasion of The British Government's... |
|Authority and Faith |
|Faqr and Monarchy |
|Eternal Life |
|The Mystic |
|Dazzled by Europe |
|Islam In India |
|The World |
|Heart and Intellect |
|Fervour For Action |
|The Grave |
|The Recognition of a Qalandar |
|God's Men |
|The Infidel and Believer |
|The True Guide |
|Muhammad Ali Bab |
|Invocation to the Soul of Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) |
|The Way of Islam |
|Faqr and Monkery |
|Unity of God |
|Revelation and Freedom |
|Soul and Body |
|Lahore and Karachi |
|Makkah and Geneva |
|To Elder of the Shrine |
|The Guide |
|A Muslim |
|Punjabi Muslim |
|Preaching of Islam in the West |
|Negation and Affirmation |
|To the Amirs of Arabia |
|Decrees of God |
|By Grace of God, Rise! |
|Education And Upbringing|
|Modern Man |
|Eastern Nations |
|Reformers of the East |
|Western Culture |
|Open Secrets |
|The Testament of Tipu Sultan |
|Upbringing of Selfhood |
|Freedom of Thought |
|The Life of Selfhood |
|Indian School |
|Foul and Fair |
|Death of the Ego |
|Honoured Guest |
|Modern Age |
|A Student |
|The Schools |
|Religion and Education |
|To Javid |
|The Frankish Man |
|A Question |
|Emancipation of Women |
|Protection of the Weaker Vessel |
|Education and Women |
|Literature and Fine Arts|
|Religion and Crafts |
|To My Poem |
|Paris Mosque |
|Might of Islam Mosque |
|Ray of Hope |
|Eager Glance |
|To the Artists |
|Breeze and Dew |
|The Pyramids of Egypt |
|Creations of Art |
|Fine Arts |
|Dawn in the Garden |
|Mirza Bedil |
|Grandeur and Grace |
|The Painter |
|Lawful Music |
|Unlawful Music |
|The Poet |
|Persian Poetry |
|India’s Artists |
|The Great Man |
|New World |
|Invention of New Meanings |
|Zest for Sight |
|Dance and Music |
|Politics Of The East and The West|
|The Voice of Karl Marx |
|Government Jobs |
|Europe and The Jews |
|The Psychology Of Slaves |
|Bolshevik Russia |
|To-day and To-morrow |
|The East |
|Statesmanship of the Franks |
|Advice to Slaves |
|To the Egyptians |
|Satan to his Political Offspring |
|An Eastern League of Nations |
|Everlasting Monarchy |
|Europe and Syria |
|Secular Politics |
|Civilization’s Clutches |
|A Pirate and Alexander |
|League of Nations |
|Syria and Palestine |
|Political Leaders |
|Psychology Of Bondage |
|Slaves’ Prayer |
|To the Palestinian Arabs |
|The East and The West |
|Psychology of Power |
|Reflections Of Mihrab Gul Afghan|
| My hills and dales! Where can I go, leaving everything... |
|Tribes have been ever fighting among themselves, |
|Your destiny can’t be changed though prayers; |
|This wily heaven, the moon and the sun |
|These schools and games, this continuing uproar, |
|He who creates in this world of Becoming, |
| People of Rome and Syria have changed and so have those of... |
|The crow cavils that your wings are ill-looking, |
|Love is not by nature ignoble like lust; |
|That young man is the light of the eye of the tribe, |
|The lamp that once lighted your nights |
|Secularism and Latin script! What a meaningless controversy! |
|To me this world appears topsy-turvy; |
| Without the boldness of an outspoken man, Love is deceit... |
|The story of man is a witness to the truth: |
|It is death for the nations to be cut off from the Centre; |
|One man of certitude among millions |
|Sher Shah Suri has so well said: |
|True sight is not that distinguishes between red and purple, |
|The man of the desert of the mountains |
The present age destroys the faith and creed,
Like pagans has a bent of mind indeed.
The threshold of a saint is higher far
Than court of worldly king or mighty Czar.
It is a period full of magic art,
With spell so strong all play their part.
The fount and source of life is parched and dry,
No more the wine of gnosis can supply.
The shrines are empty of such saintly folk,
Whose glance good manners taught with single stroke.
The house, your presence illumes like a lamp,
Has mystic trend in veins and bears its stamp.
If essence of God's Oneness be in heart,
The lore of Franks can cause no harm or smart.
On rose twigs chirp, for long there do not rest,
In selfhood you must seek your home and nest.
A man is ocean that is vast and free,
Its every drop is like the boundless sea.
If peasant is not charmed with life of ease,
A seed can yield a thousand‑fold increase.
I don't sit like sluggards and indulge in play,
It is time for your craft and skill's display.
If heart with love of God is not replete,
The life of man remains quite incomplete.
If quarry is wise acute and bold,
It can not be trapped by hunters old.
The Fount of Life in wordly life is found,
Provided you have a thirst quite true and sound.
Your envy for Faith is mystic course indeed,
For growth of faqr a lot of zeal you need.
My darling son, I see no chance at all
That hawk will like to turn a pheasant's thrall.
There is no dearth of goods, called verse or rhyme,
There are hundreds of poets much sublime.
My reach and might in world is this alone
That 'neath the roof I cry, complain and groan.
In speaking truth I am much bold and frank,
In eyes of men I hold a lofty rank.
A son can not acquire his sire's renown,
Unless His grace by Mighty Lord is shown.
Nizami, the poet great of Persian tongue,
Gave counsel wise to son who still was young:
“On occasions where your greatness must prevail
Your lineage there won't be of much avail."
The days and nights a Muslim's toils enhance:
Both creed and rule are like a game of chance.
Men drunk with zeal for deeds nowhere are found,
The rest are fond of talk with idle sound.
If you have courage great and ample force,
Seek such faqr which in Hijaz has its source.
This brand of faqr such virtues great can grant
That make man, like God, free from every want.
His hawk‑like status can spread general death
Of sparrows, pigeons all in single breath.
The glance of mind by its means burns and blazes
Without collyrium begged from Avicenna and Rhazes.
If temper of Ayaz is free from every slavish trend,
Like Mahmud can win grandeur which hasn't end.
Your world's Sarafil has neither taste nor zeal,
He can't blow trumpet nor can skill reveal.
Its glance a world‑wide tumult can inspire,
In obscure mode sets right the things entire.
A warrior who can this Jealous Faqr attain,
Without sword and lance great conquests he can gain.
It sets the faithful free from need and want,
Beg God that such faqr to you He may grant.
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah