Bang-e-Dra-03 Gul-e-Rangeen (The Colorful Rose)

  Gul-e-Rangeen (The Colorful Rose)

                                                                                          

                                                                                  

                       Gul-e-Rangeen

                                                             (1)

It is not difficult to find a solution

ae gul e rangeen tere pehlu mein shaid dil nahin

You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas

O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart

(2)

zaib e mehfil hai, shareek e shorish e mehfil nahin

Yeh faraghat bazm e hasti mein mujhe hasil nahi

Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles

In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this comfort

(3)

in this chaman mein sarapa souz o saaz e aarzu

aur teri zindagani be gudaz e aarzu

In this garden I am the complete orchestra of Longing

And your life is devoid of the warmth of that Longing

(4)

Torh lena shakh se tujh ko mera aaeen nahi

ye nazar ghair az nagah e chasm e surat has not been

To pluck you from the branch is not my custom

This sight is not different from the sight of the eye which can only see the appearances

(5)

ah! ye dast e jafa ju ae gul e rangeen nahin

Somehow you don't understand this

Ah! O colorful rose this hand is not one of a tormentor

How can I explain to you that I am not a flower picker

(6)

kam mujh ko didah e hikmat ke uljhairon se kya

Didah e bulbul se main karta hun nazara tera

I am not concerned with the intricacies of the philosophic eye

Like a lover I see you through the nightingale’s eye

(7)

So even on the tongue, silence is acceptable to you

What is the secret that is mastoor in your sine?

In spite of innumerable tongues you have chosen silence

What is the secret which is concealed in your bosom (heart)?

(8)

My friend is also a berg e riyaz e toor

Main chaman se door hun, tu bhi chaman se door hai

Like me you are also a leaf from the garden of Tur

Far from the garden I am, far from the garden you are

(9)

matmaen hai tu, preshan misl e bu rehta hun main

zakhmi e shamsheer e zauq justuju rehta hun main

You are content but scattered like fragrance I am

Wounded by the sword of love for search I am

(10)

ye preshani meri saman e jamiat na ho

ye jigar sauzi charagh e khana e hikmat na ho

This perturbation of mine a means for fulfillment could be

This torment could be a source of my intellectual illumination

(11)

natawani hi meri sarmaya e quwwat na ho

rashk e jam e jim mera aaena e hairat na ho

This very frailty of mine the means of strength could be

This mirror of mine envy of the cup of Jam could be

(12)

This search and muttasil shama e jahan afroz hai

Tosin e idraak e insan ko kharam aamuz hai

This constant search is a world ‐ illuminating candle

And teaches to the steed of human intellect its gait