Ode To
Mysticism
(Iqbal’s Ghazal)
O the awaited Truth! Be ever seen in the
perceptible attire,
Thousands
of sajdahs are restlessly eager to
gush out in my humble brows,
Sing the song of merriment, convey the sacred
message to mankind,
What
this melody is worth! Which is hidden in the privacy of silence,
Let
thy heart be exploited by love, thy heart is that heart,
If it shatters,then it is dearer in the view
of its Maker,
Nowhere in the world I got peace for crime of
my miserable person,
The
peace which I got was in forgiveness of Thy beneficent person,
While flying round the lamp, the small worm
said that that old effect,
Is
neither in thy story of burning nor in my story of melting,
Leaders lack dynamism and followers lack uniqueness
in obediency,
The
love lacks that warmth, the beloved is not that demanding,
The
earth started whispering whenever I performed sajdah
Thy
heart is idol-pervaded, thou would get nothing in slaah,
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