Just Bliss

In want for who is whose, own people are alien
Shining faces elegant and dazzling, all are known

Loneliness mere loneliness, whom to explain
Eyes, lips and cheeks lay under soul arid reign

Ooh! Where to search beauty and truth
Where to stay and where to move;

Flowers blossom in garden court
Insane are in the deserted region

How can reliance suit us, we support own self
Desert, insane, perishing moths, in own self

At last getting tired folks, I have accepted
Loving one self is truth, rest is all fiction

Composed by Ibne Safi, his poetic name was Israr Narvii
Translated by Tanveer Rauf

Ibne safi’s poetic name Asrar Narvi

rāh-e-talab meñ kaun kisī kā apne bhī begāne haiñ

chāñd se mukhḌe rashk-e-ġhazālāñ sab jaane pahchāne haiñ

tanhā.ī sī tanhā.ī hai kaise kaheñ kaise samjhā.eñ

chashm o lab-o-ruḳhsār kī tah meñ rūhoñ ke vīrāne haiñ

uf ye talāsh-e-husn-o-haqīqat kis jā Thahreñ jaa.eñ kahāñ

sehn-e-chaman meñ phuul khile haiñ sahrā meñ dīvāne haiñ

ham ko sahāre kyā raas aa.eñ apnā sahārā haiñ ham aap

ḳhud hī sahrā ḳhud hī divāne sham-e-nafas parvāne haiñ

bil-āḳhir thak haar ke yaaro ham ne bhī taslīm kiyā

apnī zaat se ishq hai sachchā baaqī sab afsāne haiñ

In want for wh…