Jawab-e-Shikwa (جواب شکوہ)

Naaz Hai Taaqat-e-Guftaar Pe Insanon Ko

Baat Karne Ka Saliqa Nahin Nadanon Ko!

That they alone are blest with speech how proud these humans be,

Yet, ignorant, they lack the art to use it gracefully.”

Tarbiat Aam Tau Hai, Jauhar-e-Qabil Hi Nahin

Jis Se Taamir Ho Aadam Ki Yeh Woh Gil Hi Nahin

My loving care is there for all, If deserved but by few!

Not this the clay from which I can an Adam’s shape renew!

Koi Qabil Ho Tau Hum Shan-e-Kai Dete Hain

Dhoondne Walon Ko Dunya Bhi Nai Dete Hain!

On him who merits well I set the brightest diadem,

And those who truly questing come, a new world waits for them.

Hath Be-Zor Hain, Ilhaad Se Dil Khoo-Gar Hain

Ummati Baais-e-Ruswai-e-Paighamber (S.A.W) Hain

Apostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,

You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;

But-Shikan Uth Gaye, Baqi Jo Rahe But-Gar Hain

Tha Braheem Pidar, Aur Pisar Aazar Hain

Those idol‐breakers all have gone, You idolaters are,

Abraham was the father, you His sons, are but Azar;

Badah Aasham Naye, Bada Naya, Khum Bhi Naye

Harm-e-Kaaba Naya, But Bhi Naye, Tum Bhi Naye

Now stranger bands carousal hold, Strange are both cup and wine,

A strange new Kaʹba you have reared, Strange idols oh its shrine!

Kis Qadar Tum Pe Garan Subah Ki Baidari Hai

Hum Se Kab Pyar Hai! Haan Neend Tumhain Pyari Hai

To pray to me at break of day You now an ordeal deem,

Your morning slumber sweeter far— Yet you would faithful seem!

Tabaa-e-Azad Pe Qaid-e-Ramazan Bhari Hai

Tumhi Keh Do, Yehi Aaeen-e-Wafadari Hai?

The hardships of the fast oppress your natures—now grown free;

Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me!

Qoum Mazhab Se Hai, Mazhab Jo Nahin, Tum Bhi Nahin

Jazb-e-Baham Jo Nahin, Mehfil-e-Anjum Bhi Nahin

Unto a nation faith is life, You lost your faith and fell,

When gravitation fails, must cease concourse celestial.

Jin Ko Ata Nahin Dunya Mein Koi Fann, Tum Ho

Nahin Jis Qoum Ko Parwaye Nasheman, Tum Ho

You love your homes the least among the nations of the earth,

You are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth;

Bijliyan Jis Mein Hon Aasudah, Woh Khirman Tum Ho

Baich Khate Hain Jo Aslaaf Ke Madfan, Tum Ho

You are a barn where lightning stays, where ruin idle lies,

Ancestral coffins long entombed your only merchandise;

Ho Niko Naam Jo Qabaron Ki Tajarat Kar Ke

Kya Na Baicho Ge Jo Mil Jaen Sanam Pathar Ke

In turning graves to profit, you have proved yourselves adept;

Should idol‐trading offer gain of course you would accept.

The Tou Aaba Woh Tumhare Hi, Magar Tum Kya Ho?

Hath Par Hath Dhare Muntazir-e-Farda Ho!

These were your great progenitors; You lack their brain and brawn;

You sit and wait in slothful ease for every morrow’s dawn.

Tum Mein Hooron Ka Koi Chahne Wala Hi Nahin

Jalwa-e-Toor Tau Maujood Hai, Moosa Hi Nahin

Not a single one among you is longing for houris

The Effulgence of 'Tur' exists but there is no Moses

Manfa’at Aik Hai Is Qaum Ki, Nuqsan Bhi Aik

Ek Hi Sab Ka Nabi (S.A.W), Din Bhi, Iman Bhi Aik

Your nation’s weal, your nation’s woe, In common you all share,

Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;

Harm-e-Paak Bhi, Allah Bhi, Quran Bhi Aik,

Kuch Bari Baat Thi Hote Jo Musalmaan Bhi Aik!

And one your Kaʹba, One your God, and one your great Quran;

Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every Mussalman.

Firqa Bandi Hai Kahin, Aur Kahin Zaatain Hain

Kya Zamane Mein Panapne Ki Yehi Baatain Hain?

You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;

Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?

Qalb Mein Souz Nahin, Rooh Mein Ehsas Nahin

Kuch Bhi Paigham-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Ka Tumhain Paas Nahin

Your hearts are now of longing void, Your souls now know no zeal,

You heed no more that message great which Ahmad (PBUH) did reveal.

Jaa Ke Hote Hain Masajid Mein Saf-Aara, Tau Ghareeb

Zehmat-e-Roza Jo Karte Hain Gawara, Tau Ghareeb

If worship’s echoes ring in mosques, It is the poor who pray;

If any fasting’s hardship bear, It is the poor, today;

Naam Leta Hai Agar Koi Hamara, Tau Ghareeb

Pardah Rakhta Hai Agar Koi Tumhara, Tau Ghareeb

It is the humble and the poor who still my name esteem,

Theirs is the word, theirs is the deed, Yours the shame they redeem.

Umra Nasha-e-Doulat Mein Hain Ghafil Hum Se

Zinda Hai Millat-e-Baiza Ghurba Ke Dam Se

The rich are drunk with wine of wealth, their God they hardly know,

It is because the poor yet live That wells of Faith still flow.

Waaiz-e-Qoum Ki Woh Pukhta Khayali Na Rahi

Barq Taba’ee Na Rahi, Shaola Maqali Na Rahi

That judgment ripe is no more theirs who play your preachers’ role,

Nor kindling accents from their lips, reveal the flaming soul.

Reh Gyi Rasm-e-Azan, Rooh-e-Bilali Na Rahi

Falsafa Reh Gya, Talqeen-e-Ghazali Na Rahi

Azan yet sounds, but never now Like Bilal’s, soulfully;

Philosophy, conviction-less, Now mourns its Ghazzali,

Masjidain Marsiya Khawan Hain Ke Namazi Na Rahe

Yani Woh Sahib-e-Ausaf-e-Hijazi Na Rahe

Untrod by praying feet, the mosques lament their emptiness,

For gone are those exemplars great of Arab godliness

Waza Mein Tum Ho Nisara, Tau Tamaddun Mein Hanood,

Yeh Musalman Hain! Jinhain Dekh Ke Sharmaen Yahood?

From Christians you have learnt your style, your culture from Hindus;

How can a race as Muslims pass who shame even the Jews?

Yun To Syed Bhi Ho, Mirza Bhi Ho, Afghan Bhi Ho

Tum Sabhi Kuch Ho, Batao To Musalman Bhi Ho!

You are known as Syed, and Mughal, you call yourselves Pathan;

But can you truly claim as well the name of Mussalman?

Har Musalman Rag-e-Batil Ke Liye Nashtar Tha

Uss Ke Aaeena-e-Hasti Mein Amal Jouhar Tha

What the knife is to cankerous growths, to all untruth was he,

His actions, in life’s mirror shone like light, vibratingly.

Jo Bharosa Tha Usse Quwwat-e-Bazoo Par Tha

Hai Tumhain Mout Ka Dar, Uss Ko Khuda Ka Dar Tha

If he was confident of aught, It was his right arm’s might,

He feared but God, while thoughts of death your craven souls affright.

Baap Ka Ilm Na Bete Ko Agar Azbar Ho

Phir Pisar Qabil-e-Miraas-e-Pidar Kyunkar Ho!

When sons, lacking their fathers’ worth, are neither skilled nor sage,

With what deserving can they claim their fathers’ heritage?

Har Koi Mast-e-Mai-e-Zauq-e-Tan Asani Hai,

Tum Musalman Ho? Ye Andaaz-e-Musalmani Hai?

he love of ease, like fumes of wine makes sots of you today,

How dare you pass as Mussalmans? That is not Islam’s way?

Haidari Faqr Hai Ne Doulat-e-Usmani Hai

Tum Ko Aslaaf Se Kya Nisbat-e-Rohani Hai?

Nor Usman’s treasure‐chest you own, Nor Ali’s empty bowl,

With spirits of such great forbears, What kinship has your soul?

Woh Zamane Mein Mu’azzaz The Musalman Ho Kar

Aur Tum Khawar Huwe Taarik-e-Quran Ho Kar

The honoured of their times, they lived, For theirs was true iman,

You live disgraced, as having left the paths of Al‐Quran.

Tum Ho Apas Mein Ghazabnak, Woh Apas Mein Raheem

Tum Khatakaar-o-Khatabeen, Woh Khata Posh-o-Kareem

You roll the eye of mutual wrath, Their eye was ever kind;

You err, for errors look, while they were generously blind.

Chahte Sub Hain Ke Hon Auj-e-Surayya Pe Muqeem,

Pehle Waisa Koi Paida Tau Kare Qalb-e-Salim!

Aspiring for the Pleiades, How simple it all seems!

But let there first be hearts like theirs, To justify such dreams.

Khudkushi Shewa Tumhara, Woh Ghayoor-o-Khuddar

Tum Akhuwat Se Gurezan, Woh Akhuwat Pe Nisar

They fought for honour, self‐respect, Yours the self‐slayer’s knife,

You shun the ties of brotherhood, They cherished more than life.

Tum Ho Guftar Sarapa, Woh Sarapa Kirdar

Tum Taraste Ho Kali Ko, Woh Gulistan Bah Kinar

You can but weave the web of words, They did their deeds of might:

You pine after a bud: they basked In gardens flower‐bright.

Ab Talak Yaad Hai Qoumon Ko Hikayat Un Ki

Naqsh Hai Safah-e-Hasti Pe Sadaqat Un Ki

The world remembers still the tales which hymn their bravery,

And in their storied book of life shines their sincerity.

Aaj Bhi Jo Baraheem (A.S.) Ka Imaan Paida

Aag Kar Sakti Hai Andaz-e-Gulistan Paida

But if the faith of Abraham there, once again, is born,

Where leaps this flame, flowers will bloom, and laugh its blaze to scorn.

Nakhl-e-Islam Namoona Hai Bru-Mandi Ka

Phal Hai Ye Saikron Saalon Ki Chaman Bandi Ka

A symbol of luxuriance, The Tree of Islam reigns,

Its fruits achieved with centuries of garden‐tending pains.

Tu Na Mit Jaye Ga Iran Ke Mit Jane Se

Nasha-e-Mai Ko Ta’aluq Nahin Pemane Se

And you will suffer no surcease should Iran’s star decline,

It is not the vessel which decides the potency of wine;

Kashti-e-Haq Ka Zamane Mein Sahara Tu Hai

Asr-e-Nau Raat Hai, Dhundla Sa Sitara Tu Hai

In you relies the bark of God, Adrift beyond the bar,

The new‐born age is dark as night, And you its dim pole‐star.

Kyun Harasan Hai Saheel-e-Faras-e-Aada Se

Noor-e-Haq Bujh Na Sake Ga Nafs-e-Aada Se

Beneath your foes if chargers neigh? Why tremble you in fright?

For never, never, shall their breath extinguish Heaven’s light.

Quwwat-e-Ishq Se Har Past Ko Bala Kar De

Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De

Raise you, through Love, all humble to greatness and to fame;

Enlighten you the groping world with dear Muhammad’s Name.

Aqal Hai Teri Sipar, Ishq Hai Shamsheer Teri

Mere Darvaish! Khilafat Hai Jahangeer Teri

Your shield be wisdom, be your sword the flaming Love Divine,

My fond dervish! do you not know that all the world is yours?

Ma Siwa Allah Ke Liye Aag Hai Takbeer Teri

Tu Musalman Ho To Taqdeer Hai Tadbeer Teri

All else but God is at your feet, If sounds your Takbeer great;

If you a Muslim truly are, Your effort is your fate.

Ki Muhammed (S.A.W.) Se Wafa Tu Ne Tau Hum Tere Hain

Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain

To my Muhammad be but true, And you have conquered me;

The world is nothing you will command My Pen of Destiny.

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Tum Mein Hooron Ka Koi Chahne Wala Hi Nahin
Jalwa-e-Toor Tau Maujood Hai, Moosa Hi Nahin

Not a single one among you is longing for houris
The Effulgence of  'Tur' exists but there is no Moses

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