THE ADVICE OF AN OLD BALUCH TO HIS SON

Ho tere bayaabaan ki hawaa tujh ko gawaaraa.
Is shehar se bahtar he na Dilli na Bukaahraa.

Jis simt meyn chaahe sifat-e-sayl-e-rawaan chal.
Waadi ye hamaari he wo sahraa bhi hamaraa.

Gherat he bari cheez jahaan-e-tag-o-dou meyn.
Pahnaati he darwesh ko taaj-e-sar-e-daaraa.

Haasil kisi kaamil sey ye poshida hunar kar.
Kahte heyn ke shisha ko banaa sakte heyn khaaraa.

Afraad ke haathon meyn he aqwaam ki taqdeer.
Har fard hey millat ke muqaddar ka sitaaraa.

Mahroom raha doulat-e-darya se wo ghawwaas.
Karta naheen jo suhbat-e-saahil se kinaaraa.

"Deen" haath se de kar agar aazaad ho millat.
Hey aesi tijaarat meyn musalmaan ka khasaaraa.

Dunya ko hey phir ma'arka-e-rooh-o-badan pesh.
Tahzeeb ny phir apne darindon ko ubhaaraa.

Allah ko pa mardi-e-momin pe "bharosaa".
Iblees ko Europe ki machinon ka sahaaraa.

Taqdeer-e-Umam kia he koi keh naheen saktaa.
Momin ki firasat ho to kaafi he ishaaraa.

Akhlaas-e-amal maan nayagaan-e-kuhan se.
"Shaahaan che ajab gar bnwaznd gadara!"

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Winds of these wasteland be your love! Bokhara,Delhi, are worth no more.
Like running water Go where you will: these desert plains are ours,
and Ours are these valleys.

Honour, that high thing in a world of troubling,
Sets on the hermit’s head Darius’ crown. How Glass is forged flint‐hard—
this strange craft they tellof Learn from some master!

Fortunes of States through individual prowess ripen
Each man one star of their ascendant:
Ocean withholds her treasure when the diver Groping for pearlshells

Clings by land’s margin.
To the Muslim freedom Gained at the price of casting off religion Makes an ill bargain!
In our world, where once more Civilization

Looses its wild beasts, in one more encounter Spirit and flesh meet; on the true‐believer’s Manhood God’s trust lies—the machines of Europe Satan’s alliance.

Who knows the nation’s fates?—but signs abound, if Muslims are wakeful. From your buried fathers Ask pride of action;
do not fear—a king may Smile on a beggar.