کرمک شبتاب

A tiny atom found itself a living thing by chance. Aquiver with life’s ardour it began a moth-like dance, and set aglow the night’s expanse.

رات کی وسعت کو روشن کیا۔

A dormant sunbeam re-awoke and shot up with a dash. The alchemy of life converted it to gold from trash came vision to it in a flash.

وہ صاحب نظر ہوگئی۔

A restlessly aflutter moth was bold enough to dart into the candle’s flame, became one with its fiery heart, and ceased to be a thing apart.

من و تو کا فرق مٹا دیا۔

A moon-faced starlet, living in its isolated bower, came out of it in order to look closer at the lower planet than from its high tower.

چرخ بریں سے۔

A gently beaming moonlet told itself that it would owe its light no longer to the bounty of the sun, and so wherever it likes it can go.

یہ مقام سے آزاد ہے۔ (جدھر چاہتا ہے اڑتا پھرتا ہے)

O glow-worm, your whole body is made of the stuff of light. A sequence of its intermittent flashes is your flight – thus flit things in and out of sight.

یہی آئین ظہور (حقیقت) ہے۔

You are a torch for birds that in the evening fly to rest; but what and whence this restless passion burning in your breast, which keeps you in unceasing quest?

(ہر دم) گرم طلب ہے۔

Like you we entered into this world by earth’s dusty door. We saw and tossed about; we did not see, and tossed about the more. O never did we reach the shore.

ایک ہم ہیں کہ اگرچہ تیری طرح خاک سے پیدا ہوئے ہیں، (حقیقت کو) دیکھیں تو بھی تڑپتے ہیں نہ دیکھیں تو بھی تڑپتے ہیں مگر کہیں پہنچتے نہیں۔

I speak from ripe experience and true is what I say, don’t think of lost horizons and be steadfast on your way: Keep shining like this while you may.

اور اس جلوۂ (حقیقت) کو ہمیشہ پیش نظر رکھ۔