Selected Urdu Poems of the Promised Messiah (as) — Page 99
Homage to Allah & Propagation of Truth 99 امرجا اک اِس درد ِ دل ی ہ آےگ مہ ںیہک ےک سک اُن وک ےہ ےنلم ےس رفنت ابت اننس درانکر To whom should I relate this story of my broken heart? For they hate the idea of even meeting me, let alone listening to me. روزرب ی اینپاجںز� َی ںیم ایکیارکوںویکی ورکنرکوں ی اقنر ہ � رےتھک وج یں ھ� �یک د رطف ریمی ری رطح سک What should I do and how should I give away my life, So that they, who are so prejudiced, might pay attention to me? ی لضفقحےسزجعمات ہ اِسدقراظرہوہےئ� داگفلر �یط�اںیھبوہاےہ ش س ےسنجےک ںیہن ی د� So many Signs have been manifested by the grace of God That seeing them even Satan has become dejected. ا ی � ارثک اخمفل ولوگں وک رشم و ی ہ ںیہن رپ � ی اکروابر ہ وت� ےہ یھب رھپ اشنں وس وس رک ی د� But most of the opponents have no shame and modesty; They see hundreds of Signs, yet remain engrossed in abuse. ی ہ ںیہن اصف دل وک رثکت ِ ااجعز یک احتج � ےہوخفرکداگر ی ِکاشنںاکیفےہرگدلںیم ا A heart that is pure does not require too many Signs; A single Sign is enough, if the heart is God-fearing. ےہ رات رپ مہ اک ی دانمشنِ د� ےہ ڑچاھ دن �ب�یق�رار وہں ی اےرمےوسرجلکنابرہہکںیم The day dawns for the enemies of faith, but night descends upon me— O my Sun! Rise forth, for I am restless. رما ذرّہ رہ ہپ ھجت وہ دفا یارے شیپ � رمے اے �ردےریمی ریرطفاےاسرابںگجیکاہمر ی ھ� شیپ � O my Beloved! May every particle of my being be sacrificed for You; Do turn the tide in my favour, O Driving Force of the universe!