اے مری ارضِ وطن!​ ​اے مری ارضِ وطن، پھر تری دہلیز…

O my homeland, again I am at your doorstep
I stand on my head like a criminal.
Eyes are without tears like a rainy cloud
The mind is colorless like the desolated weather
I tremble like this while breathing
He trembles with his own cruelty like a oppressor
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You had blessed my art with that Ejaz
It gives a beat to the stone.
You gave that dawn to my new word.
The one who hides the Qulzam in a drop of heart
You gave me that flame of perception
The one who makes the cuff of dust a human being
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And I'm intoxicated with the color of my personality.
It was so insensitive that the conscience of a killer was like
This pen was your trust, but who got it?
The one who loot the property of Slf in the addiction
Like the balance of court is with some misunderstanding
Like naked arms in the hands of a crazy man
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The clouds of darkness were overflowing on you.
And I was silent that the lamp of my house is lit.
What did I do on your bar, the doomsday is broken
And I was happy, my Ayag is safe now.
I kissed my own sinful body
Even though the joys of love were the stains of your body
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There were so many mirrors attached in Hajl-e-caste
That I was helpless if I was self-observed
How can I look at your crying soil?
That I was wishing for laughing light
Even if I raise my eyes towards you for a moment
I was also a spectator like others
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And now I am shocked by the dream, what do I see?
Every word of mine is blaming me.
If you are there, then my art is also mine.
Otherwise, this evening is the day of judgement for me.
Recognize me with the pain of my voice
I can't even say how much shame I am
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From today my skill is again an asset to you
I will put you in the ninth of my thoughts.
He was also a poet who created you
Even if I am a poet, I will give you my blood to mend you.
O my homeland, my life, my art
I will call you till the end of my life
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(Ahmed Faraz)