Iqbal

The Picture and Painter Armaghan-e-Hijaz

PICTURE:
A picture said once on the painter's play,
My beauty gets a charm on thy display.
To me it looks so unfair why?
That thou are hidden from my eye

PAINTER:
The glance a burden on seeing eye,
What happened to spark on seeing pry
Of griefs, pains, burnings, the look bad a part,
O heedless! be content with conscious heart!

PICTURE:
The heart a weak point of wisdom and sense,
A life long motive for the heart is glance.
This world's tug and pull suits her never,
To hear God's voice, "You cant see me ever

PAINTER:
Thou art a sign but of my wonder's game,
Be despaired never of thy maker's aim.
For my sure vision note a point hence,
Be not hidden e'er from thy own glance!
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A MYSTERIOUS VOICE Armaghan-e-Hijaz

At dawn thus echoes a voice beyond sky,
How you lost the essence of ken1 and pry.

The knife of thy hunt2 how you made blunt,
The shining stars why you could ne'er hunts3.

To thy heritage, goes the caliphate,
Can flame be tied to tuft and hays fate.

The stars, sun and moon thy slaves are not why,
From thee shivers not, why not the whole sky.

That blood still runs in thy veins though,
No heat of thoughts nor a smashing dash4 so.

A lucent eye though, but lacks seeing sense,
The eye which lacks a holy guide's glance.

No longer looks now thy crystal conscience,
O prey of king's an mullah, and Pir's5 guidance.

1. Jauhar-i-Idrak.
2. Hunt; here it means research.
3. Hunt; prey.
4. Smashing (thought), andeshah-i-bae leak (fearless).
5. Pir; a spiritual guide (Peeri (Per: )
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(Created by templar654 on 03-08-2005 16:15)
(Edited by templar654 on 03-09-2005 06:29)