Текст и перевод песни Junaid Jamshed - Illahi Teri Chaukhat Par

Illahi Teri Chaukhat Par

Zahir ki ankh se na tamasha kare koi,
Ho dekhna to deeda-e-dil wah kare koi,
Parh bethay kiya samajh ker bhala toor per kaleem
Takkat ho deed ki to taqaza kare koi

Ilahi teri chokhat per bhikari ban ker aya hoon,
Sarapa faqr hoon, ijz-o-nadamat saath laya hoon,
Bhikari woh ke jis ke paas jholi hai na payala hai,
Bhikari woh jisey hiras-o-hawas nay maar dala hai,
Mata-e-deen-o-danish, nafs ke hathon se lutwa ker.

Sakoon-e-qalb ki daulat hawas ki bhent charha ker,
Lutta ker sari poonji ghaflat-o-issyan ki daldal mein,
Sahara lene aya hoon tere kaabay ke aanchal mein,
Gunahon ki lipatt sey, kaynat-e-qalb afsurda,

Iraaday muzmehehal, himmat shikasta hoslay murda,
Kahan say laoon takat dil ki sachi tarjumani ki,
Ke kis jhanjhal mein guzri hein ghariyan zindagani ki.

Khulasa yeh ke bus jull bhun ker apni roo-sayahi sey,
Sarapa faqr ban ker apni haalat ki tabahi sey,
Tere darbar mein laya hoon apni ab zaboon-haali,
Teri chokhat ke laeq har amal se hath hein khali,
Yeh Tera ghar hai ye Tere mehr ka darbar hai Maula
Sarapa noor hai, ik mohbat-e-anwaar hai Mola.

Teri chokhat ke jo adab hein, main unn se khali hoon,
Nahi jis ko saleeqa manganey ka, woh sawali hoon
Zuban ghalt-e-nadamat dil ki na'kas tarjumani per,
Khudaya reham meri iss zaban-e-ijz-zabani per,
Ye ankhein khushk hein, Ya Rabb inhein rona nahi aata,
Sulagtay daagh hein dil mein jinhein dhona nahi aata.

Ilahi teri chokhat per bhikari ban kay aaya hoon,
Sarapa faqr hoon, ijz-o-nadamat saath laya hoon,
Sarapa faqr hoon, ijz-o-nadamat saath laya hoon.

At Thy Threshold, O God

May none gaze at this spectacle with the eyes of the flesh,
He who would behold, let him open the eye of the heart,
What did Moses read in the mountains, that he understood the truth?
If the vision be clear, then the truth will demand its presence.

O God, I have come to Thy threshold as a beggar,
I am all poverty, shame, and repentance I have brought with me,
A beggar is he who has neither bowl nor cup,
A beggar is he who has been slain by avarice and desire,
Stripped of faith and knowledge by the hands of the self.

I have surrendered the wealth of my heart's peace to desire,
Squandering all my wealth in the mire of heedlessness and sin,
I have come to take refuge in the skirt of Thy Kaaba,
My heart's universe is in anguish from the pollution of sins,

My intentions are weak, my courage broken, my hopes dead,
Where shall I find the strength for a true account of my heart,
For in what tumult have the hours of my life been spent?

In short, I am ashamed of my hypocrisy,
I have come to Thy court, a beggar in my ruin,
I have brought my helplessness to Thy threshold,
My every act is unworthy of Thy threshold,
This is Thy house, this is the court of Thy grace, my Lord.
Thou art all light, Thou art the love of light, my Lord.

I know not the manners of Thy threshold, I am empty of them,
I am a beggar who knows not how to ask,
My tongue stammers in its repentance, my heart is weak in its eloquence,
Have mercy on me, O God, for my tongue is too weak to speak,
My eyes are dry, O Lord, they cannot weep,
There are burning wounds in my heart that cannot be healed.

O God, I have come to Thy threshold as a beggar,
I am all poverty, shame, and repentance I have brought with me,
I am all poverty, shame, and repentance I have brought with me.