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The Gift from Hijaz-Urdu


The Devil’s Conference
The Advice Of An Old Baluch To His Son
Painting and the Painter
The State Of Barzakh
A Deposed Monarch
Litany of the Damned
The Late Masud
A Voice from Beyond
What fruit will the bough of my hope bear–
Set him free of this world’s affairs
Upset this world of morn and eve,
My poor estate makes proud men covetous,
Rescue me please from wisdom’s narrowness
Iqbal said to the Shaykh of the Ka‘bah:
The old flame of desires has grown cold
The talk of Muslim is interesting,
The clairvoyance of the zephyr
Of love and losing what words need be said?
Why is there no storm in your sea?
If with the heart’s eye the intellect would see aright
Sometimes by rising from the ocean like a wave
The Poetic Notebook of Mullazade Zaigham of Laulab
Your springs and lakes with water pulsating and quivering...
Harder than death is what thou call’st slavery,
Downtrodden and penniless is Kashmir now;
When the enslaved people’s rage boils and they rise in...
The partridge flies with the majesty of the falcons;
The dissolute know the Sufi’s accomplishments
Come out of the monastery and play the role of Shabbir
Thou think’st it a mere drop of blood; well
When flowers’ bookshop opened in the garden
The freeman’s veins are firm as veins of granite
All of the self dwell ignorant, whether by Light touched...
Nations in whom life marches to action
It is the sign of living nations
How heretically do you play the game of life?
The ways of the West are calculating, the ways of the East...
O land of charming and sweet flowers what need is there to...
Self-awareness has made the mujahid forget his body,
Nourish that lofty will and burning heart,
I walk lonely the earth; hear my lament,
To Sir Akbar Hyderi the Chief Minister Of Hyderabad Deccan
Husain Ahmad
The Human Being

The Late Masud

The sun, the moon, the stars and this azure sky all around—
Who can tell for sure all this is the world nothingness or being!
The ideas of roads and destinations are fictions and myths
As life is aimless journey, indeed. Alas! Time’s hand wiped out
That monument of the perfections of Ahmad and Mahmood.
His sudden death signifies the decline of knowledge and art
His, Masood’s, who was the most valuable asset
Of this caravan of ours. The indifferent cold manner of
Worldly men moves me to tears. They reckon the dawn wails of birds
As lilting songs! Please! Do not plead that
The remedy of grief for a friend lies hidden in patience!
Please do not say that in patience lies the solution of Death’s riddle!
A heart, howsoever loving and patient, is All the same, a stone.
And between love and patience lie a thousand miles.
Don’t ask what is fleeting life for, who knows what means
This combine of magic and colour charm?
one born of dust must hide in dust.
But what does it mean? a short lived absence or extinction?
This man, this mere dust of path, has been endowed with artistic taste.
Of this, reason cannot reveal the aim.
Are the heart and vision too the miracles of this very water and clay?
If not, what then is the end-all of man?
The moving soul of this universe is There is no god but God.
Then why the Messiah, the nails and the cross? From whom should be demanded
The blood-money of longings spilt?
For, who is the guilty and what the blood money?
Grieve not that we are in the bondage of this world,
As the heart that we have breaks all magic spells.
If the self lives, death is but a sojourn in life: as love
Tries death in a test of eternal life.
If the self is alive, your ocean is shoreless
And the waves of the Nile, of Euphrates are restless, separated from you.
If the self is dead, you are like a straw before the breeze.
If the self is alive, you the sultan of all existence.
If the eye is deprived of one vision of beauty exposed,
Myriad exposures of beauty compensate for one loss.
The station of a true momin is beyond the sky’s reach.
Below, from the earth to the Pleiades all are idol-houses of Lat and Manat.
His eternal abode is the sacred precinct of the One and the Only One,
Not this gloomy dusty grave nor this exposure house of Attributes!
Those self-aware who have leapt above this abode of dust
Have broken the spell of the sun, the sky and the stars!

Translated by: Maqbool Elahi
The Late Masud

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