مولانا عامر عثمانی نظم ہے بجا ظلمت، امروز کا شکو…

Tonight is horrible, dark or dark.
Even then the stars shine on the kidneys
The lightning is dancing, the flame is scattered in the garden.
Even then, in the darkness, the naughtiness shines.
There is no moon, no sun, no light torch
The stars shine with the 'fire of garden'
Sometimes the light of hope opens up.
The banks of the valley of sorrow shine

You are not happy with tonight, neither I am
Even then we can cry and cry
May be the sword of the vocalist in the hands of time
Even then we can complain.
There is no restriction on crying openly.
We can free the sigh from the throat
From the boots made of self-seduction
We can inhabit the deserted heart.

Don't dare to attack the army of oppression.
Dagger is available to us for suicide
We can sleep covering our faces by turning away from everyone.
The sheet of dream bed is available to us
The suffocation of the hearts is reduced by saying something
We have the nishtar of taunt and criticism.
You can drink the colorful wine of thoughts.
The bowl of our mother is available to us.

You think this night will be over by itself
The golden flag of the new morning will rise itself.
I think it's for a bright morning.
This birth will be given on a new night of anger
And will be lost in the wear of this fire
Temple and monastery, Dir and church and Haram
We will not find shelter from the stumbling of the giant oppression.
These showale, these mosques, this priest, this beloved

Will be kept under the shadow of the arms
Hands of mourning, lips of cries, tongue of criticism
Snow will be set, on the garden of thoughts
Patrol of hope will stop in cool winds.
The moonlight will be over in the darkness of sial.
The demand of the night will improve the hope of hope
The people of art will give the title of light to darkness.
Poison will be called as Qand, Muharram will be called Eid.

The murderers will hold a meeting on the throne of justice
Chapter-ul-Insaf will be written on Chapter of Maqtal
It will become a crime to be a crime.
Neither the sins will be forgiven nor the sins committed
For those who are proud, for the sake of love.
It will be mandatory for the Tawaf of the Gallion of Aghay
Any cries, some sighs, any appeal
The murderer will not be heard against the court.

Friends, this is not my illusion, novel and fiction
Friends, pay attention and raise your eyes.
The red star that is near the horizon
Do you know on which direction it's spread?

I wish you could see the reality of this
This is a fire of lightning, the fire of almonds.
The cutting of a moving sword is in his brightness.
The flow of the dried river is in his headline.

He has a prosperous mischief from which
Body is not available to the souls, mother
Heart, sight, mind, thoughts, principles and values
All of them are afraid of his desire.
Even if its shadows fall, the greenery will burn.
Smoke should cover the environment while watching
What is the mention of his flames, that the flames remained
His dew is also lightning for the garden.

The history of past and present is no secret.
This is the poison that is called antidote.
In the guise of justice, a cruelty in the light of the face.
The message of death in the veil of Mazid-e-Zeest.
This was a crop of sorrow and strength by the title of spring
Apparently the morning announcement, but the jam was over
The colors of terms and beautiful price of deception
Apparently, in the sea, in fact, Zahrab's wine.

It's time for the noise of war to rise.
The hot world's ground should be disturbed.
Don't walk with the arrows and the swords and tfng
Determination is in its own place.
Time is shouting that the culprits should fight
Every person who is unworthy and adhan from the red storm