O God, do send the messenger
who will my message bear-
I do belong to them, although
to own me they don't care...
I hold the pen within my hand,
may some one paper spare;
Tears check my writing, in despair
O'er pen they fall and fall.
Omar, for me your mansions grand
a double torture are;
Here you torment me...there, so far
loved-ones accuse me too.
Threads Maru round my wrists tied...gold
fine gold they are for me;
Omar, don't offer silks to rustic maid,
they leave me cold-Because much dearer I do hold
my worn ancestral shawl.
Were I to breathe my last,
looking to my home longingly-
My body don't imprison herein bondage and unfree-
A stranger from her love away
not bury separately;
The cool earth of the desert let
the dead one's cover be;When last breath comes,
O carry me to Malir, I implore.
As oyster long for cloud, and cranes
long for their native-hills.So deepest longing my heart strain
still nought of life remains.-
How would I sit here, if not chains
held me a prisoner?
The wounds that happy rustics left
today fester again-Sumro, sorrow dwells in me
of every joy bereft;From Maru's separation, cleft
is every bone of mine.
Destiny brought me here...reside I do unhappy here;
My body's here-my heart is there
where Maru doth abide;
May God now turn this sorrow's tide
and let me meet my love.-
The lightnings are now newly dressed,
the season doth return;Mine eyes do not stop drizzling...for
ancestral land they yearn-
I would not with such sadness burn
if they would think of me.
If looking to my native land
with longing I expire;My body carry home, that I
may rest in desert-stand;
My bones if Malir reach, at end,though dead,
I'll live again.
A messenger arrived'this day
authentic news conveys;"Do not forget your distant love
and do not die", he says,
You shall reach home; only few days
in this fort you may stay?
"Don't cry, don't weep and fret;shed no tears of dismay;
Whatever days appear,O let them pass away,-
For after sorrow, joyO Marui, comes to stay-
Desert maid know, your chains
by destiny's own sway
Are moved, and now you may
throw them into the fire."
Omar, a traveller I did meet
today, with news for me.-
And as he stood and message gave from the Beloved sweet
I felt all sufferings did retreat
and my chains all did fall.
Good were the days that I in pain
in tortuous prison passed;
Storms roared above threateningly,my cries for help were vain;
But lo: my love by prison chain,was chastened, purified.
"Don't weep, nor cry in agony
but when the world's asleep;
At night raise both your little hands
to God, and hopeful be-
Where you wedded were, brave Marui
'that homeland' thou shalt see!"
excerpts from marui...Shah Jo Risalo...translations by Elsa Kazi
{renderings by Hazrat Shah Latif Bhittai (RA)}
who will my message bear-
I do belong to them, although
to own me they don't care...
I hold the pen within my hand,
may some one paper spare;
Tears check my writing, in despair
O'er pen they fall and fall.
Omar, for me your mansions grand
a double torture are;
Here you torment me...there, so far
loved-ones accuse me too.
Threads Maru round my wrists tied...gold
fine gold they are for me;
Omar, don't offer silks to rustic maid,
they leave me cold-Because much dearer I do hold
my worn ancestral shawl.
Were I to breathe my last,
looking to my home longingly-
My body don't imprison herein bondage and unfree-
A stranger from her love away
not bury separately;
The cool earth of the desert let
the dead one's cover be;When last breath comes,
O carry me to Malir, I implore.
As oyster long for cloud, and cranes
long for their native-hills.So deepest longing my heart strain
still nought of life remains.-
How would I sit here, if not chains
held me a prisoner?
The wounds that happy rustics left
today fester again-Sumro, sorrow dwells in me
of every joy bereft;From Maru's separation, cleft
is every bone of mine.
Destiny brought me here...reside I do unhappy here;
My body's here-my heart is there
where Maru doth abide;
May God now turn this sorrow's tide
and let me meet my love.-
The lightnings are now newly dressed,
the season doth return;Mine eyes do not stop drizzling...for
ancestral land they yearn-
I would not with such sadness burn
if they would think of me.
If looking to my native land
with longing I expire;My body carry home, that I
may rest in desert-stand;
My bones if Malir reach, at end,though dead,
I'll live again.
A messenger arrived'this day
authentic news conveys;"Do not forget your distant love
and do not die", he says,
You shall reach home; only few days
in this fort you may stay?
"Don't cry, don't weep and fret;shed no tears of dismay;
Whatever days appear,O let them pass away,-
For after sorrow, joyO Marui, comes to stay-
Desert maid know, your chains
by destiny's own sway
Are moved, and now you may
throw them into the fire."
Omar, a traveller I did meet
today, with news for me.-
And as he stood and message gave from the Beloved sweet
I felt all sufferings did retreat
and my chains all did fall.
Good were the days that I in pain
in tortuous prison passed;
Storms roared above threateningly,my cries for help were vain;
But lo: my love by prison chain,was chastened, purified.
"Don't weep, nor cry in agony
but when the world's asleep;
At night raise both your little hands
to God, and hopeful be-
Where you wedded were, brave Marui
'that homeland' thou shalt see!"
excerpts from marui...Shah Jo Risalo...translations by Elsa Kazi
{renderings by Hazrat Shah Latif Bhittai (RA)}
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