Selected Urdu Poems of the Promised Messiah (as) — Page 127
Homage to Allah & Propagation of Truth 127 اے دخا اے اچرہ اسز ِ درد مہ وک وخد اچب ریمی راداگفلر ی اےرمےزومخںےکرممہد� O God! O Provider of remedy for pain! Save us, Yourself. O the Balm of my wounds! Take a look at my wounded heart. ی لھپ ہ � ھے �یک د بجع ےک تبحم ی ری ت � ی ںیم ابغ اانر ی ا� ب اور ی بیس ی ا� ےس ی لکشم ہ � ےتلم In the garden of Your love I have seen wonderful fruits; Such apples and such pomegranates as are hard to come by. زدنیگایکیااخکےہ ی یرےنباےریمی ریاجں� ت � ےس وت رتہب رمےک وہ اجان ابغر ےنیج ی ا� Without you—O my Life!—this life is worthless; It is better to die and become dust than to live such a life. ےہ چیہ بس ابعدت ت ی ی ری انع� ت رگ ہن وہ � ااصحنر اک دہجولمع بس ےہ ی رے ت � رپ لضف Without Your favour all worship is futile; All efforts and deeds are dependent on Your grace. ی ہ � دور ےس دبی وہ ت ی انع� ی ری ت � ےہ ہپ نج اطقر رک نب یں ل� شیپ � یک ی اُن ت وق� یک قح ی ںیم رہ Those upon whom You bestow Your favours are far from evil; Their faculties march in file in the path of Truth. ر ی � ی ریاُتفلےکا ت ط�اںےسوجےھت� ی � ش س ٹھچےئگ اہبر ورَب اپیئ ربگ ےب ےئل رے ی ت � وہےئ وج Those held captive by Your love have been delivered from Satan; Those who gave up everything for Your sake began to flourish. یاس شیپ ی رےہنمیکےہ� ت یاوسںےسوکنرت� شیپ بس� آاشبر وہ ا ی اپایگ اں ی رب� ےہ ےس اس دل اک سج The thirst to behold Your countenance is better than any other thirst; One whose heart burns with it has found the waterfall.