(Qurtuba Mein Likhe Gye)
(Written in Cordoba)
Ye Hooriyan-E-Farangi, Dil-O-Nazar Ka Hijab
Bahisht-E-Magrabiyan, Jalwa Ha’ay Pa Ba-Rakab
These Western nymphs a challenge to the eye and the heart,
Are bold of glance, In a paradise of instant bliss.
Dil-O-Nazar Ka Safina Sanbhal Kar Le Ja
Mah-O-Sitara Hain Behar-E-Wujood Mein Gardab
Thy heart is a wavering ship, Tossed by beauty’s assault
These moons and stars that glisten, Are whirlpools in thy sea.
Jahan-E-Soot-O-Sada Mein Sama Nahin Sakti
Latifa’ay Azali Hai Afghan-E-Ching-O-Rubab
The warblings of the harp and lyre, Have wondrous powers—
Powers that cannot be captured In the world of sound.
Sikha Diye Hain Isse Shewa Haye Khanqahi
Faqeeh-E-Sheher Ko Sufi Ne Kar Diya Kharab
By teaching him the monastic wont and way,
The Sufi has led astray the jurist of the town
Woh Sajda, Rooh-E-Zameen Jis Se Kanp Jati Thi
Ussi Ko Aj Taraste Hain Minber-O-Mehrab
The prostration that once shook the earth’s soul,
Now leaves not a trace on the mosque’s decadent walls.
Suni Na Misar-O-Falasteen Mein Woh Azaan Main Ne
Diya Tha Jis Ne Paharon Ko Raisha’ay Simab
I have not heard in the Arab world the thunderous call
The call to prayer that pierced The hearts of hills in the past.
(Written in Cordoba)
Ye Hooriyan-E-Farangi, Dil-O-Nazar Ka Hijab
Bahisht-E-Magrabiyan, Jalwa Ha’ay Pa Ba-Rakab
These Western nymphs a challenge to the eye and the heart,
Are bold of glance, In a paradise of instant bliss.
Dil-O-Nazar Ka Safina Sanbhal Kar Le Ja
Mah-O-Sitara Hain Behar-E-Wujood Mein Gardab
Thy heart is a wavering ship, Tossed by beauty’s assault
These moons and stars that glisten, Are whirlpools in thy sea.
Jahan-E-Soot-O-Sada Mein Sama Nahin Sakti
Latifa’ay Azali Hai Afghan-E-Ching-O-Rubab
The warblings of the harp and lyre, Have wondrous powers—
Powers that cannot be captured In the world of sound.
Sikha Diye Hain Isse Shewa Haye Khanqahi
Faqeeh-E-Sheher Ko Sufi Ne Kar Diya Kharab
By teaching him the monastic wont and way,
The Sufi has led astray the jurist of the town
Woh Sajda, Rooh-E-Zameen Jis Se Kanp Jati Thi
Ussi Ko Aj Taraste Hain Minber-O-Mehrab
The prostration that once shook the earth’s soul,
Now leaves not a trace on the mosque’s decadent walls.
Suni Na Misar-O-Falasteen Mein Woh Azaan Main Ne
Diya Tha Jis Ne Paharon Ko Raisha’ay Simab
I have not heard in the Arab world the thunderous call
The call to prayer that pierced The hearts of hills in the past.