ENGLISH RENDERING OF GHAZAL IN BAL-I-JIBRIL

A. A. Shah

The tracts in space are not enough

To hold my passion great and strong:

The guess about the desert wide,

By my craze, perhaps was wrong.

With help of Self we can break

This talisman of hue and smell,

But firm belief that God is One

The Muslims have not followed well.

Get eyes to see, o heedless man;

Its glories Nature must reveal;

For the Ocean can't remain

Oblivious of its surge's weal.                                                12

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The rift between the Priest and Saint

is to pulpit's error due;

For the gibbet of Hallaj

Appears a rival in its view.

Trust in God alone can shield

The holy folk from worldly harms,

Be they in chains or be they free,

Like a sturdy coat of arms.

Try not, Gabriel, to emulate

My frenzy great and rapture strong:

Prayers and worship only suit

The ease-inured angel's throng.                                            24

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Many a tavern have I seen

Both in the East and in the West:

No Saqi here the taverns have,

There the wine imparts no zest.

The like of early Muslims true

No more the Muslim lands can show—

To thrones of Caesars and Chosroes

By faqr they dealt a fatal blow.

The things have come to such a pass

That the Elder of the Shrine

Steals and sells to feed himself

The robes of persons most divine.                                       36

To God did Israfil complain

That this slave by fiery rhyme

The Judgment Day might bring about

Long before the appointed time.

A Voice was heard that said, "No less

It is than Last Day's tumult deep:

Ready the Chinese for pilgrimage,

In Batha Meccans lie asleep".

The bowl of wine the West confers

Blights the roots of true belief.

But the Saqi holds no cup

Of antidote to give relief.                                                     48

Weak and low are still in tone

The cries and shrieks of Western Lands,

For stifled are the cries as yet

By the fiddler's crafty hands.

From the self-same ocean rise

The angry waves with mighty sweep

That bring about the ruin of dens

Where dwell the monsters of the deep.

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The state of bondage means to be

Without the sense of good and fine:

That is nice and good alone,

Which as such the free define.

On the wit and sense of slaves

No one ever can rely,

For only brave and free possess,

In this world, the seeing eye,

He is the master of his Time

Who by dint of hard assay

Picks out Tomorrow's precious pearl

From the ocean of Today.

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The Man of West who blows the glass

By art to liquid turns the rock:

Glass can turn as hard as flint

By the charm I, hold in stock.                                              72

The breed of Pharoahs lies in wait,

As of yore, to bring me low:

I do not grieve, for in my sleeve

1 have the hand with dazzling flow.

Beneath the heap of straw and dust

How can that spark its fire lose,

Which the Mighty Lord of World

For the bed of reeds did choose?

Love on Ego keeps a watch

And knowledge of the Self bestows:

With utter scorn it turns its gaze

From halls of Caesars and Chosroes.                                    84

No wonder, if the Pleiades and the Moon

My noose may pull down to the ground:

To saddle of a Gracious Lord

My meek and humble head is bound.

The Lord of all, the Prophets' Seal,

The Guide to path that does not err:

Radiance of the Mount Sinai

On way-side dust he did confer.

He is the First and He the Last,

With love enraptured gaze, if seen:

He the Quran, He the Furqan,

He the Ta'Ha and He the Yasin.                                           96

Out of regard for Ghazna's Sage

From further diving back I keep,

Though gems lustrous still abound

At the bottom of this Deep.                                                100

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Who be the bard that sings the song

 So full of fire and rapture sweet:

A tinge of madness it imparts

To all who claim to be discreet?

Though Faqr and kingship seem alike,

And keep the regal wont and way,

Yet without the help of arms

A monarch cannot hold his sway.

No trace of Faqr can now be seen

In the cells where mystics dwell—

The brand of Faqr that by its might

The hearts of mighty lions can quell.

O Darwesh band, that man of God

Alone is noble, true and best,

Who keeps the stir of Judgment Day

Conceal'd within his manly breast.

His praise of God such heat imparts

That like a flame he burns and glows:

His wit in grasping subtle facts

Far swifter than the lightning shows.

Kingship, no doubt, to brain imparts

Signs and symptoms of insane:

The mad man's swelling to reduce,

God's lancets prove, men like Tamerlane.

The men who dwell in Muslim Lands

My fiery songs extol and say,

"Lo, this heathen born in India,

Without the spear and sword can slay!"

                                                                        (Bal-i-Jibril P. 42-43)

The breath of Gabriel

If God on me bestow,

I may in words express

What Love has made me know.

 

How can the stars foretell

What Future holds in store?

They roam perplex'd and mean

 In skies that know no shore.

 

To fix one's mind and gaze

On goal is life, in fact :

To Ego's death do lead

The thoughts that mind distract.

 

How strange! the bliss of Self

Having bestow'd on me,

God Mighty wills that I

Beside myself should be.

 

By Holy Prophets Ascent

This truth to me was taught:

Within the reach of man

High heavens can be brought.

 

I neither like nor claim

Plato's thought or Croesus' gold:

Clean conscience, lofty gaze

And Zeal is all I hold.

This Life perhaps is still

Raw and incomplete:

"Be and it becomes"

E’er doth a voice repeat.

 

The West hath cast a spell

On thy heart and mind:

In Rumi's burning flame

A cure for thyself find.

 

 

Through his bounty great

My vision shines and glows.

And mighty Oxus eke

In my pitcher flows.

                                                                       (Bal-i-Jibril P. 43-44)

PAN ISLAMISM

On road to goal thou art as yet,

For long at one site do not pause:

Forget the lands of Pers. and Sham.

Forgo the thought of Egypt and Hijaz.

 

A different meed is due to him

Who acts not out of lust for gain:

Give up the hope of cup and wine,

From thoughts of tents and Hour's refrain.

 

Though the beauty of the West

Is winsome much and charming, yet

Thou art high-soaring bird and must

Shun this lowly grain and net.

Thy stroke can cleave the rock in twain

Before thee bow the East and West:

Like the sword of crescent moon,

 

Come out of sheath, eschew its rest.

Thy guide no firm conviction holds

No rapture thine prayers impart:

Such vain and useless worship quit,

Company with such leaders part.

NOTES

15. Hallaj : The celebrated mystic Martyr, executed on a charge of blasphemy in A.D. 922.

21. Gabriel : It is the name of the angel who according to Muslim belief to deputed by God to convey His messages to the Prophets.

31. Titles adopted by the Roman and Sassanian emperors respectively.

37. Israfil The name of an angel who will blow on his trumpet on the Last Day.

44. Batha It is the name of the river-bed of Mecca.

73. Pharoah : It is the generic name of the ancient kings of Egypt.

76. Hand with dazzling glow : The White Hand first manifested in Moses is a symbol of the miraculous power of Prophets.

87. Gracious Lord : It refers to Muhammad, the Holy Prophet of God,

91. Mount Sinai : It was on this mountain that the Prophet Moses witnessed the effects of Divine Epiphany.

95. Koran and Furqan: These words mean Muhammad who is the speaking Koran.

96. Ta'ha and Yasin : Titles by which the Holy Prophet has been addressed in the Koran,

97. Ghazna's Sage : Hakim Sinai, a celebrated mystic and poet, This poem was inspired by Iqbal's visit to the tomb of Sinai at Ghazna.