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Tasbīḥ-e-Zindagī: Rosary of Life

  • Writer: Nitasha Sharma
    Nitasha Sharma
  • Dec 25, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 12, 2020




Kućh Ḵẖẉāb Kiṣṣe Kahānīyāṅ

Kućh Zehaanat, Sabaq, Nadānīyāṅ

Some aspirations, experiences, stories

Some wisdom, lessons, inanities


Kahīṅ kārwān sawāloṅ ka

Kahīṅ talāsh kahkashān-e-jawāb

Somewhere gush forth, a multitude of questions

And somewhere a search in the galaxy of answers


Kućh ḵẖaṭṭ kitāboṅ meṅ ćhupe

Kućh bikhre ḥarf zabān pe ruke

Some epistles, in books, lay hidden

Some scattered alphabets at the threshold of expression


Kabhī imtěhān-e-ṣabr

Kabhī měḥerbāṅ hai abr

Sometimes on a gruesome trial hangs patience

Sometimes, an uninhibited shower of compassion


Kahīṅ hujūm-e-qadardān

Kahīṅ kućh qātil zubāṅ

Somewhere a crowd of admirers surround

Somewhere brutal critiques denounce


Kahīṅ deedaar-e-'Arsh'

Kahīṅ ālam-e-kashmakash

Sometimes vision of the sky, behold

Sometimes a state of struggle, unfolds


Kahīṅ fiqr-e-duniyā rāh-e-zulmat

Kahīṅ paiģām-e-rāhat dāman-e-rehmat

Somewhere the worries of the world, a path so drear

Somewhere comforting messages, an aura of mercy appears


Kahin muddatoṅ ki thakān

Kahīn ḥauṣloṅ ki uṛān

Somewhere long drawn fatigue fights

Somewhere courage takes flight


Kabhi be-fiqr be-parvāh be-ḥadd āzād

Kabhi gamoṅ kī girift meṅ yeh dil-e-nāshād

Sometimes carefree, care-less, unfettered, liberated

Sometimes grief-stricken, this heart, disillusioned and disappointed


Kabhi siyāh tanhā ṯawīl aur khāmosh rāt

Kabhi jashn-e-marasim aur ziyā-afroz-e-hayāt

Sometimes the dark, lonely, long and silent night

Sometimes celebration of relationships, a life blossoming and sparkling bright


Kabhī ẕěhn pāband-e-qafas

Kabhī soch tarannum-e-nafas

Sometimes mind is caged and bound

Sometimes thoughts become a song - It's the soul’s sound


Kabhī ḵẖud se milne ki chāhat

Kabhī gumshudā phirne ki ādat

At times yearning to meet the Self

At times to wander lost, habit impels


Kućh Ḵẖẉāb Qiṣṣe Kahānīyāṅ

Kućh Zehaanat, Sabaq, Nadānīyāṅ

Some aspirations, experiences, stories

Some wisdom, lessons, inanities


Kućh is tarah basar hui Zindagī

Bānti, banī, kabhi bīgadī, badhī Zindagī

Somehere amidst all this Life takes form,

Shared, nurtured, at times even neglected, it grows and flows into its fullness

 
 
 

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