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Saif-ul-Malook | Mian Muhammad Baksh -2/8

Lake Saif-ul-Malook

Selected poetry from Hazrat Mian Muhammad Baksh Saheb’s “Saif-ul-Malook”. English translation by Khamosh Tamashai. (Part 2)

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“Saif-ul-Malook”

(Part 2 of 8 )

saif_ul_malook_19Remembering the beloved again again, they eat, frying pieces of their liver,
Like a fruit drink, from the hands of the beloved, they drink the cups of poison.


saif_ul_malook_20During the night they cry continuously, washing off sleep from their eyes,
In the morning, they are called the humble ones, and consider themselves lower then everybody.


saif_ul_malook_21This body of send of yours contains gold inside it, which can’t be seen except,
When you wash pouring water of your tears, the sand and dirt washes off.


saif_ul_malook_22

Placing the rope of sorrows around your neck, pull the ‘madhani’ with (the rope of) his remembrance,
With courage, O Muhammad Baksh, soul has acquired the butter.

saif_ul_malook_23Life… Life is a false pretext, death is standing overhead,
Tens of millions prettier than you have gone to sleep in the ground.


saif_ul_malook_24Whoever did not buy love, they came here useless,
Without love, O Muhammad Baksh, what are men? what are dogs?


saif_ul_malook_25Without love, faith is incomplete; people say “may your faith preserve”,
To live through dying is the characteristics of love, every breath is the doomsday.


saif_ul_malook_26If we perform a hundred thousands acts of piety and worship, without love of what use?
As long as love doesn’t burn you, friendship cannot be complete.


saif_ul_malook_27

Who don’t have the pain of love, how can they attain the fruit of sight?
If Allah grants the ailment of love, there is no need for any medication.

saif_ul_malook_28When your own remembers you, you will wean off all other acquaintances,
Father, mother, friends; all will be forgotten, neither will there be any longing for sisters and brothers.


saif_ul_malook_29Everybody knows about the light spot: in front of us is the darkness of grave,
Alone, by itself in the wilderness, which will be the adobe forever.


saif_ul_malook_30For knowledge, humans have come to the world,
With knowledge one recognize one’s self, otherwise it is an animal.


saif_ul_malook_31

Without the command it cannot escape if it makes a hundred preparations,
The bird is feeling restricted is the cage, but how can it fly?


saif_ul_malook_32If mother is happy, God is happy, the foremost guide is mother,
Thank God you are still happy, and also the honor stands.

saif_ul_malook_33He dose not hesitate from spending, He gifts without being asked,
To the ones who asks, O Muhammad Baksh, He honors by bestowing wealth.

saif_ul_malook_34The infant which, with affection, we carry on our side,
Even if soils the shirt, we do not strike on the ground.


saif_ul_malook_35The hands are trembling terribly, you turned them into a swing,
This swing, O naive one, asks you to let go off others belongings.


saif_ul_malook_36World did not accompany anybody from here, everybody wen alone one after another,
Those are better who kept their clothes clear of this dirt.


saif_ul_malook_37The aliens walked away barefooted, all mixed into the dirt after they died,
Say why the arrogance, O Muhammad Baksh? stay humble and afraid.


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