Saqi Nameh - Of The Wine Bearer

بیا ساقی آن می کـه حال آورد 

کرامـت فزاید کـمال آورد

بـه مـن ده که بس بی‌دل افتاده‌ام 

وز این هر دو بی‌حاصـل افـتاده‌ام

بیا ساقی آن می که عکسش ز جام 

بـه کیخـسرو و جم فرسـتد پیام

بده تا بـگویم بـه آواز نی 

کـه جمشید کی بود و کاووس کی

بیا ساقی آن کیمیای فـتوح 

کـه با گنـج قارون دهد عـمر نوح

بده تا بـه رویت گـشایند باز 

در کامرانی و عـمر دراز

بده ساقی آن می کز او جام جـم 

زند لاف بینایی اندر عدم

بـه مـن ده که گردم به تایید جام 

چو جـم آگـه از سر عالم تـمام

دم از سیر این دیر دیرینـه زن 

صـلایی بـه شاهان پیشینـه زن

هـمان منزل است این جهان خراب 

کـه دیده‌سـت ایوان افراسیاب

کـجا رای پیران لشـکرکـشـش 

کـجا شیده آن ترک خنجرکشـش

نـه تنـها شد ایوان و قصرش به باد 

کـه کـس دخمه نیزش ندارد به یاد

هـمان مرحله‌سـت این بیابان دور 

کـه گم شد در او لشکر سلم و تور

بده ساقی آن می که عکسش ز جام 

بـه کیخـسرو و جم فرسـتد پیام

چه خوش گفت جمشید با تاج و گنج 

کـه یک جو نیرزد سرای سپـنـج

بیا ساقی آن آتـش تابـناک 

کـه زردشـت می‌جویدش زیر خاک

بـه من ده که در کیش رندان مست 

چـه آتش‌پرسـت و چه دنیاپرست

بیا ساقی آن بکر مستور مـسـت 

کـه اندر خرابات دارد نشـسـت

بـه مـن ده که بدنام خواهم شدن 

خراب می و جام خواهـم شدن

بیا ساقی آن آب اندیشـه‌سوز 

کـه گر شیر نوشد شود بیشه‌سوز

بده تا روم بر فـلـک شیر گیر 

بـه هـم بر زنـم دام این گرگ پیر

بیا ساقی آن می که حور بهشـت 

عـبیر مـلایک در آن می سرشت

بده تا بـخوری در آتـش کـنـم 

مـشام خرد تا ابد خوش کـنـم

بده ساقی آن می کـه شاهی دهد 

بـه پاکی او دل گواهی دهد

می‌ام ده مـگر گردم از عیب پاک 

بر آرم به عشرت سری زین مـغاک

چو شد باغ روحانیان مسـکـنـم 

در اینـجا چرا تختـه‌بـند تـنـم

شرابـم ده و روی دولـت بـبین 

خرابـم کـن و گنج حکمت بـبین

من آنم که چون جام گیرم به دست 

بـبینـم در آن آینه هر چه هست

بـه مـسـتی دم پادشاهی زنم 

دم خـسروی در گدایی زنـم

بـه مسـتی توان در اسرار سفت 

کـه در بیخودی راز نتوان نهـفـت

کـه حافظ چو مستانه سازد سرود 

ز چرخـش دهد زهره آواز رود

مغـنی کـجایی بـه گلبانگ رود 

بـه یاد آور آن خـسروانی سرود

کـه تا وجد را کارسازی کـنـم 

بـه رقـص آیم و خرقه‌بازی کنـم

بـه اقـبال دارای دیهیم و تخـت 

بـهین میوه خـسروانی درخـت

خدیو زمین پادشاه زمان 

مـه برج دولـت شـه کامران

کـه تمکین اورنگ شاهی از اوست 

تـن آسایش مرغ و ماهی از اوست

فروغ دل و دیده مـقـبـلان 

ولی نـعـمـت جان صاحـبدلان

الا ای هـمای هـمایون نـظر 

خجسـتـه سروش مـبارک خبر

فلـک را گهر در صدف چون تو نیست 

فریدون و جم را خلف چون تو نیست

بـه جای سکـندر بـمان سالـها 

بـه دانادلی کشـف کـن حالـها

سر فـتـنـه دارد دگر روزگار 

مـن و مسـتی و فتنه چشـم یار

یکی تیغ داند زدن روز کار 

یکی را قـلـمزن کـند روزگار

مـغـنی بزن آن نوآیین سرود 

بـگو با حریفان بـه آواز رود

مرا با عدو عاقبت فرصـت اسـت 

کـه از آسمان مژده نصرت اسـت

مـغـنی نوای طرب ساز کـن 

بـه قول وغزل قـصـه آغاز کـن

کـه بار غمم بر زمین دوخـت پای 

بـه ضرب اصولـم برآور ز جای

مـغـنی نوایی بـه گلبانـگ رود 

بـگوی و بزن خـسروانی سرود

روان بزرگان ز خود شاد کـن 

ز پرویز و از باربد یاد کـن

مـغـنی از آن پرده نقـشی بیار 

بـبین تا چه گفـت از درون پرده‌دار

چـنان برکـش آواز خـنیاگری 

کـه ناهید چنـگی به رقـص آوری

رهی زن که صوفی بـه حالـت رود 

بـه مسـتی وصلـش حوالت رود

مـغـنی دف و چنـگ را ساز ده 

بـه آیین خوش نـغـمـه آواز ده

فریب جـهان قصـه روشن اسـت 

بـبین تا چه زاید شب آبستن است

مـغـنی مـلولـم دوتایی بزن 

بـه یکـتایی او کـه تایی بزن

هـمی‌بینـم از دور گردون شگفت 

ندانـم کـه را خاک خواهد گرفـت

دگر رند مـغ آتـشی میزند 

ندانـم چراغ کـه بر می‌کـند

در این خونفشان عرصه رسـتـخیز 

تو خون صراحی و ساغر بریز

بـه مسـتان نوید سرودی فرست 

بـه یاران رفـتـه درودی فرسـت

Translation:


O Bearer, bring the wine that brings joy
To increase generosity, & let perfection buoy
Give me some, for I have lost my heart
Both traits from me have kept apart

Bring the wine whose reflection in the cup
Signals to all the kings whose times are up
Give me wine, and with the reed-flute I will sing
When was Jamshid, and when Kavoos was king

Bring me the elixir whose grace and alchemy
Bestows treasures, from bonds of time sets free
Give me so they'll open the doors once again
Of long life and the bliss that will remain

Bearer give the wine that the Holy Grail
Will make claims of sight in the Void and thus fail
Give me so that I, with the help of the Grail
All secrets, like Jamshid, themselves avail
Speak of the tale of the wheel of fate
proclaim to the kings and heroes of late
This broken world is in the same state
As seen by Afrasiab, the mighty, the great
Whence his mobilizing army generals
Whence cunning heroes' war cries and calls
Not only his palace has gone to the dust
Even his tomb is destroyed and long lost
This barren desert is in the same stage
As the armies of Salm & Toor were lost in its rage

Bring the wine whose reflection in the cup
Signals to all the kings whose times are up
Well said Jamshid, the old majestic king
Worthless is this transient stage and ring

Come Bearer, that fire, radiant, bright
Zarathushtra, beneath the earth, seeks so right
Give me wine, in the creed of the drunk
Whether fire-worshipper or worldly monk

Come Bearer, that wholesome drunk
Who is forever in the tavern sunk
Give me, ill repute bring to my name
The cup and the wine I shall only blame

Bring Bearer, the water that burns the mind
If lion drinks, forest will burn and grind
Courageous, I'll go hunting lions of fate
Mess up this old wolf's trap and bait

Bring Bearer, that high heavenly wine
That angels with their scent would entwine
Give me wine, I'll burn it like sweet incense
Its wise aroma I will sense now and hence

Bearer, give me the wine that makes kings
Witnessing its virtues, my heart sings
Give me wine to wash away all my flaws
Joyous rise above this rut's deadly claws
When the spiritual garden is my abode
Why have me bound to a board on this road

Give me wine and then see the Ruler's face
Ruin me & see treasures of wisdom and grace
And when I hold the cup in my hand
In the mirror everything I understand
In my drunken state, kingship proclaim
A monarch, when I am drunken and lame
Drunken, pearls of wisdom unveil
In hiding secrets, the selfless fail
Hafiz, drunken, songs will compose
From its melody Venus' song flows
O singer, with the sound of the stream
Of that majestic song muse and dream
Till I make my work joy and ecstasy
I will dance and play with robe of piety
Given a crown and throne by his fate
The fruit of the kingly tree of this estate
Ruler of the land, and Lord of the time
The grand and fortunate King of the clime
He is the greatness vested in the Throne
comfort of bird and fish from Him alone
For the blessed, he is light of the eyes
Yet he is the gift of the soul of the wise
Behold, O, auspicious bird
The happy inspiration to be heard
The world has no pearls in its shells like Thee
Fereydoon and Jamshid had no heirs like Thee
Instead of Alexander, be here many a year
Know thy heart and discover joy is near
But seditious fate many plans may devise
Me and my drunkenness troubled by Beloved's eyes
One, for his work, may pick up the sword
Another's business only deals with the word

O Player, play the song of the new creed
To music of the stream tell to my rival breed
Finally with my enemy I have a chance
At victory, in the skies I can glance

O Player, play something pleasing to the ear
With a song and a Gahzal begin a story, dear
My sorrows have tied me to the ground
Raise me with my principles that are sound

O singer, with the sound of the stream
Play and sing that majestic song I dream
Make the great souls happy with you
Parviz and Barbad remember too

O Player, paint a picture of the veil
Listen, inside, they tell a tale
Sing a minstrel's song, such
That Venus' harp dances with her touch
Play so the Sufi goes into a trance
Drunken, in Union, leaves his stance

O Player, tambourine and harp play
With a lovely tune, sing and sway
Deceptions of the world make a vivid tale
The night is pregnant, what will it entail

O Player, I'm sad, play one or two
In his Oneness, as long as you can, play too
I am astounded by the revolving fate
I don't know who will next degenerate
And if the Magi set one on fire
Don't know whose light will then expire
In this bloody resurrection field
Let the cup and jug their blood yield

To the drunk, of a good song, give a sign
To friends bygone, a salutation divine




Poet: Hafiz Shirazi

Translation: Shahriar Shahriari

God is near unto those who have faith, taking them out of deep darkness into the light - whereas near unto those who are bent on denying the truth are the powers of evil that take them out of the light into darkness deep: it is they who are destined for the fire, therein to abide.

2:257 Al Quran

Kisi Dhun Ka Geet

chalo phir say muskuraaen

chalo phir say dil jalaaen

jo guzar gaee hain raatain,

unhain phir jaga kay laaen

jo bisr gaee  hain baatain,

unhain yaad main bulaaen

chalo phir say dil lagaaen, 

chalo phir say muskuraaen

kisi sheh nasheen pe jhalki 

wo dhanak kisi qaba ki

kisi rug main kasmasaee 

wo kasak kisi ada ki

koi harf e bay murawwat

kisi kunj lab say phoota

wo chhanak kay sheesha e dil, 

teh e baam phir say toota

ye milan ki na-milan ki

ye lagan ki aur jalan ki

jo sahi hain waardatain

jo guzar gaeen hain raatain

koi unki dhun banaaen

koi unka geet gaaen

chalo phir say muskuraaen

chalo phir say dil jalaaen

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Then when thou hast decided upon a course of action, place thy trust in God: for verily, God loves  those who place their trust in Him.



3:159 Al Quran

Anamorphosis

This above all: 

to thine own self be true, 

And it must follow, as the night the day, 

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

(Shakespeare in Hamlet.)

Anamorphosis is quite an interesting subject..

And yet after all this, your hearts hardened and became like rocks or even harder: for, behold, there are rocks from which streams gush forth; and, behold, there are some from which, when they are cleft, water issues; and, behold, there are some that fall down for awe of God, and God is not unmindful of what you do!

Al Quran 2:74

Untitled

har bayyaan ilfaaz kay saanchay main utara nahi jata,
har manzar qartaas par fankara nahi jata.


yun to khayal kai say guzartay hain zehn say
har khayal ki shabeeh ko par sanwara nahi jata


shorish jo karay dil izhar ki talab main
USS kay siwa aur kaheen par gawara nahi jata

Aameen

YAA RABBA LAYLATIL QADR WA JAA-I’LAHAA KHAYRAN MIN ALFI SHAHR WA RABBAL LAYLIWAN NAHAAR WAL JIBAALI WAL BIH’AAR WAZ’ZULAMI WAL ANWAAR WAL ARZ”I WA SAMAAA

YAA BAARI-U YAA MUS’AWWIR YAA H’ANNAANU YAA MANNAAN YAA ALLAAHU YAA RAH’MAAN YAA ALLAAHU YAA QAYYOOM YAA ALLAAHU YAA BADEE-U’ YAA ALLAAH YA ALLAH YAA ALLAAH

LAKAL ASMAAA-UL H’USNAA WAL AMTHAALUL U’LYAA WAL KIBRIYAAA WAL AALAAA-U AS-ALUKA AN TUS’ALLIYA A’LAA MUH’AMMADIN WA AALI MUH’AMMAD WA AN TAJ-A’LAS-MEE FEE HAAD’IHIL LAYLATIS FIS SU-A’DAAA-I WA ROOH’EE MA-A’SH SHUHADAAA-I WA IH’SAANEE FEE I’LLIYYEENA WA ISAAA-ATEE MAGHFOORAH WA AN TAHABA LEE YAQEENAN TUBAASHIRU BIHEE QALBEE WA EEMAANAN YUD’HIBUSH SHAKKA A’NNEE WA TURZ”IYANEE BIMAA QASAMTA LEE WA AATINAA FID DUNYAA H’ASANATAN WA FIL AAKHIRATI H’ASANATAN WA QINAA A’DAABAN NAARIL H’AREEQ WAR-ZUQNEE FEEHAA D’IKRAKA WA SHUKRAKA WAR RAGHBATA ILAYKA WAL INAABATA WAT TAWBAH WAT TAWFEEQA LIMAA WAFFAQTA LAHOO MUH’AMMADAN WA AALI MUH’AMMADIN A’LAYHI WA A’LAYHIMUS SALAAM

O Lord of Lailatul Qadr! (Night of Destiny!) Who has made it better than 1000 months! O the Lord of the day and the night and the mountains and oceans, the Lord of light and darkness! O the Lord of the earth and the skies! O the Creator! O the Designer! O Kind! O One Who favours! O Allah Who maintains everything! O Allah! O the Kindest! O Allah! O the Creator of new things! O Allah! O Allah! O Allah! The best names are for Thee alone. Thou hast control over all virtues. I ask Thee to send blessings on Muhammad (S.A.W.) and his Aal (A.S.). Write my name, in this Night of Qadr, among the names of the fortunate. Let my soul keep the company of the martyrs. Let my good deeds be reckoned with "Illiyeen" (those exalted). Forgive my sins. Bestow on me such belief that Thou may be nearest to my heart. Give me such understanding that all the doubts may be removed. Let me be contended over that which has been ordained for me: Let me have goodness and virtues in this world and the next. Save me from the glowing fire of Hell. Encourage me towards Tine remembrance with pleasure and to be penitent. Give me all those virtues that Thou hast given to Muhammad (S.A.W.) and Aal-e-Muhammad (A.S.).

In Thee My Ardour!

Part I
Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon

Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon
Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon

Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar
Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon

Mede Farz Fareezay, Hajj, Zakataan
Soum Salaat Azaan Vi Toon

Meri Zohd Ibadat Ta’at Taqwa
Ilm Vi Toon Irfan Vi Toon

Mera Zikr Vi Toon Meda Fikr Vi Toon
Mera Zouq Vi Toon Wajdan Vi Toon

Meda Sanwal Mithra Shaam Saloona
Mun Mohan Janaan Vi Toon

Meda Murshid Haadi Peer Tareeqat
Shaikh Haqaa’iq Daan Vi Toon

Meda Aas Ummed Te Khattaya Wattaya
Takia Maan Taran Vi Toon

Mera Dharam Vi Toon Meda Bharam Vi Toon
Meda Sharam Vi Toon Meda Shaan Vi Toon

Meda Dukh Sukh Ro’wan Khilan Vi Toon
Meda Dard Vi Toon Darmaan Vi Toon

Mda Khushiyan Da Asbaab Vi Toon
Mede Soolaan Da Samaan Vi Toon

Mera Husn Te Bhaag Suhaag Vi Toon
Meda Bakht Te Naam Nishaan Vi Toon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon

Meda Jism Vi Toon Meda Rooh Vi Toon
Meda Qalb Vi Toon Jind Jaan Vi Toon

Meda Kaba Qibla Masjid Mimbar
Mushaf Te Quran Vi Toon

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Eeman Vi Toon
Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon

Translation:

In Thee my ardour, my friend is You!
In Thee my creed, my faith is You!
In Thee my body, my soul is You! 
In Thee my heart, my life and spirit is You! 
My house of Lord, my holy land, my mosque, my pulpit, 

In Thee my Scripture, my Quran is You!  
My obligations, my duties, pillars of my faith: Hajj, Charity,
In Thee my fasting, and prayer, my call to prayers is You! 
My asceticism, my worship, my submission, my piety, 

In Thee my knowledge, my enlightenment is You! 
In Thee my remembrance, my deliberation is You!  

In Thee my relish, my ecstasy is You! 
My darling, my honey, my enchanting, my beautiful, 
In Thee my charmer, my beloved is You! 
My spiritual master, my guide, my leader of the path 
In Thee my scholarly elder of the knower of truth! 
My prospect, my hope, and all my gains, and my losses 
In Thee I bank and pride, my deliverance is You!
In Thee my honour, my belief is You! 
In Thee my modesty, my majesty is You!
In Thee my happiness and suffering, my crying and playing, 
In Thee my malady, my remedy is You! 
In Thee the reason of my joy,

My object of anguish is You!
My bloom and luck, my triumph is You! 
My fate, fortune and fame is You

In Thee my ardour, my friend is You!
In Thee my creed, my faith is You!
In Thee my body, my soul is You! 
In Thee my heart, my life and spirit is You! 
My house of Lord, my holy land, my mosque, my pulpit, 

In Thee my Scripture, my Quran is You!  

In Thee my ardour, my friend is You!
In Thee my creed, my faith is You!

In Thee my ardour, my friend is You!

Part I

Poet: Khwaja Ghulam Farid

Singer: Pathanay Khan

Inapt Translation: mine

Part 2 has been shared here

Either Black, Or White

A blob of blood,
A fist of clay
thats all in a bosom with Fire nay!


A heart aflame,
A chest ablaze 
is the find of a lover's maze


The moth that seeks
finds the Torch
whirls around
with passion bound
kindled by the light of Love
till is an ash mound


How could it not be,
for a heart to love Thee!
when even a moth knows
of melting for pure glee..


A heart that throbs 
and is charred of Love;
Burns with desire,
and speaks of Love;
Yearns for the Lord,
and believes of Love;
is the heart alone 
that belongs to Love.


In a bosom with Fire nay,
its a blob of blood
a fist of clay.

[Never had God endowed any man with two hearts in one body.]

Al Quran 33:4