(Bal-e-Jibril-012) Mata-e-Bebaha Hai Dard-o-Souz-e-Arzoo Mandi (متاع بےبہا ہے درد و سوز آرزو مندی) Slow fire of longing, wealth beyond compare

Mataa-e-Bebaha Hai Dard-o-Souz-e-Arzoo-Mandi
Maqam-e-Bandagi De Kar Na Loon Shan-e-Khudawandi

Slow fire of longing—wealth beyond compare;
I will not change my prayer‐mat for Heaven’s chair!

Tere Azad Bandon Ki Na Ye Dunya, Na Woh Dunya
Yahan Merne Ki Pabandi, Wahan Jeene Ki Pabandi

Ill fits this world of Your freemen, ill the next:
Death’s hard yoke frets them here, life’s hard yoke there.

Hijab-e-Ikseer Hai Awara-e-Koo'ay Mohabbat Ko
Meri Aatish Ko Bharkati Hai Teri Dair Paiwandi

Close veils inflame the loiterer in Love’s lane;
Your long reluctance fans my passion’s flare.

Guzar Auqat Kar Leta Hai Ye Koh-o-Biyaban Mein
Ke Shaheen Ke Liye Zillat Hai Kaar-e-Ashiyan Bandi

The hawk lives out his days in rocks and desert,
Tame nest‐twig‐carrying his proud claws forswear.

Ye Faizan-e-Nazar Tha Ya Ke Maktab Ki Karamat Thi
Sikhaye Kis Ne Ismaeel (A.S.) Ko Adaab-e-Farzandi

Was it book‐lesson, or father’s glance, that taught
The son of Abraham what son should bear?

Ziarat Gah-e-Ahl-e-Azam-o-Himmat Hai Lehad Meri
Ke Khak-e-Rah Ko Mein Ne Bataya Raaz-e-Alwandi

Bold hearts, firm souls, come pilgrim to my tomb;
I taught poor dust to tower hill‐high in air.

Meri Mashatagi Ki Kya Zaroorat Husn-e-Maani Ko
Ke Fitrat Khud Ba Khud Karti Hai Lale Ki Hina Bandi

Truth has no need of me for tiring‐maid;
To stain the tulip red is Nature’s care.