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Tune apna jalwa dikhane ko - Kalaam Hazrat Shah Niyaz R.A.


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Tune apna jalwa dikhane ko jo naqaab munh se utha diya
Wahin mahw-e-hairat-e-bekhudi mujhe aaina sa bana diya

Karoon kya bayaan maen hamnasheen asar us ke lutf-e-nigaah ka
Ki ta'aiyyunat ki qaid se mujhe ek dum mein chhura diya

Jise dekhna hi muhaal tha na tha us ka naam-o-nishaan kahin
So har ek zarre me ishq ne humen us ka jalwa dikha diya

Jabhi ja ke maktab-e-ishq mein sabaq-e-maqam-e-fana liya
Jo likha parha tha 'Niyaz' nein so woh saaf dil se bhula diya


English Translation:

The moment You unveiled Your face to display Your splendour,
It was the very moment You turned me into mirror.

How do I describe my love, the impact of her ravishing glance
In a split moment, it freed me from the fetters of world's prison.

His contemplation was not possible and He was not at all discernible
Love has shown us His glory in every particle of dust though.

In the school of love when he took lessons into surrender and annihilation
All that 'Niyaz' had learnt so far he erased it all from his heart.


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