An Aspiration (Iqbal's Ek Aarzoo)

                                                           An Aspiration

                                                        (Iqbal’s Ek Aarzoo)

                                   

                                    I am fed up with the worldly activities O Lord!

                                    No pleasure in living when the heart is depressed,

                                    I run away from commotion, my heart seeks,

                                    Such a peace that is beyond description,

                                    I passionately love silence, but it is my aspiration,

                                    To have a hut at the foot of a mountain,

                                    I be free of worry, may pass my days in seclusion,

                                    The thorn of worldly sorrows would have fallen out,

                                    Let there be pleasure of music in bird’s chirping,

                                    And noise of springs be as if instrument is played,

                                    Buds of flowers on opening out be giving someone’s message,

                                    A small cup of wine be as if world mirror to me,

                                    Let my hand be head of the bed, meadow be the bedspread,

                                    Which makes exposure shy away from newness of seclusion,

                                    Let the nightingale be intimate so much with my person,

                                    That there be no apprehension of me in her little heart,

                                     Let there be lined up on both sides green saplings,

                                     Clean water of the river be taking reflection,

                                      Let the scenery of the mountainous range be so fascinating,

                                     That even water wave rises to watch the scene,

                                      Let there be meadow asleep in the lap of the earth,

                                      That water be reflecting light moving among the bushes,

                                      Let the boughs of flowers be kissing the water,

                                      As a beautiful woman be looking at the mirror,

                                       Let the setting sun be applying henna on the bride of evening,

                                       That the tunic of every flower be golden with a tinge of redness,

                                        The moment when travellers moving in night get exhausted,

                                        Let their hope be my broken earthen lamp,

                                        

                                        Let the flashes of lightening guide them to my hut,

                                        When the sky be overcast with clouds all around,

                                        When the cuckoo of the last quarter, that hralds of daybreak,

                                         Let me be her companion, let her be my companion,

                                         Let there be no obligation of  temple and mosque upon my ears,

                                         That the ventilator of the hut be indicator of the daybreak,

                                          When the dew comes for performing ablution on flowers,

                                          Let weeping be my ablution, wailing be my prayers,

                                           In this silence let the wails rise so high,

                                          That my wails go beyond the caravans of stars,

                                           Let my weeping make every compassionate heart weep,

                                           Let it awake those who are lying in deep sleep.

                                                    

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