Sunday 18 January 2015

THE AGE OF INFANCY


THE AGE OF INFANCY

By Allama Iqbāl


The earth and sky remained unknown to me
The expanse of my mother's bosom was my only world

Her every movement communicated life's pleasures to me
Yet my own voice conveyed only meaningless words

During infancy's pain, if someone made me cry
The clank of the door chain would comfort me

Oh! How I stared at the moon those long, lonely hours,
Regarding its silent journey through broken clouds

I would ask repeatedly about its mountains and its plains
Only to be surprised by some prudent lie

My eye was devoted to seeing, my lips to speech
My heart was inquisitiveness personified

FIREFLY


FIREFLY

By Allama Iqbāl



A candle among roses
In the evening garden
A shooting star
A flash of the moon's gown
A spark of the sun's hem
In syncopated eclipse

Emissary of day
In night's dark kingdom
Unseen at home
Lucid in exile
Opposite of the moth
The firefly is light

BRIGHT ROSE

BRIGHT ROSE :

BY Allama Iqbal

You cannot loosen the heart's knot;
perhaps you have no heart,
no share in the chaos

of this garden, where I yearn (for what?)
but harvest no roses.
Of what use to me is wisdom?

Having abandoned the garden,
you are at peace, while I remain anxious,
disconsolate in my terror.

Perhaps Jamshid's empty cup
foretold the future, but may wine
never satisfy my mouth,

till I find you in the mirror

O,COLORFUL ROSE!

O,COLORFUL ROSE!

By Allama Iqbāl



You are not troubled with solving enigmas
O, beautiful Rose! nor do you have sublime feelings in your heart

Though you ornament the assembly, still you flower apart
(In life's assembly I am not permitted such comforts)

In my garden I am the complete orchestra of longing
While your life is devoid of love's passionate warmth

To pluck you from the branch is not my custom
(I am not blinded by mere appearances)

O, colorful rose this hand is not your tormentor
(I am no callous flower picker!)

I am no intern to analyze you with scientific eyes
Like a lover, I see you with nightingales' eyes

Despite your innumerable tongues, you have chosen silence
What secrets, O Rose, lie concealed in your bosom?

Like me you're a leaf from the garden of Ñër
Far from the garden I am, far from the garden we both are

You are content, but I am a scattered fragrance
Pierced by the sword of love in my quest

This turmoil within me might be a means of fulfillment
This torment, a source of illumination

My frailty might be the beginning of strength
My envy might mirror the cup of divination

My constant vigil is a world-illuminating candle
And teaches this steed, the human intellect, to gallop

TARIQ'S PRAYER ( IN THE BATTLEFIELD OF ANDALUSIA)

BY ALLAMA IQBAL 

These victorious, these mysterious parishioners of yours;
to whom you bequeath godly-taste!

Who Cleaves desert-o-river in twain;
their terror turns mountain in to a mote!

They care not of both the worlds;
strange is the taste of pleasure!

Martyrdom is require-o-requisite by the believers;
neither wealth nor celebration!

Rose been waiting since long on flowers’ couch;
wanted color of Arabs’ blood!

You’ve united desert living tribes;
in thoughts, in deeds, in morning prayers!

Desire of which life needed since centuries;
that lament was found in them!

Ennobling-hearts are fully cognizant-with;
death isn’t an end of life in their eyes!

Make alive again in the hearts of Muslims;
that power; which was in the slogan of ‘La-Tazar’!
La-Tazar (Verse 26 of Surah Nuh- No. 71 – Quran)

Awaken iron-will in their hearts;
and make eyes of Muslim like a sword!

Wednesday 14 January 2015

GUIDE FOR ALL WOMEN

GUIDE FOR ALL WOMEN :


A WOMAN'S GUIDE TO WHAT A MAN IS REALLY SAYING: 

I'M HUNGRY.
I'm hungry. 

I'M SLEEPY.
I'm sleepy. 

I'M TIRED.
I'm tired. 

I'VE GOTTA GO.
Get out of the way and stay away until it clears. 

WHAT'S WRONG?
I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this. 

WHAT'S WRONG?
What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now? 

YES, I LIKE THE WAY YOU CUT YOUR HAIR.
I liked it better before. 

YES, I LIKE THE WAY YOU CUT YOUR HAIR.
$50 and it doesn't look that much different! 

YES, I LIKE THE WAY YOU CUT YOUR HAIR.
For $50 they should have GIVEN YOU hair! 

LET'S TALK, HONEY.
I'm trying to impress you by showing you that I am a deep person, and maybe then you'd like to have sex with me. 

WILL YOU MARRY ME?
I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys. 

WILL YOU MARRY ME?
I might as well get tax benefits for going through these talks. 

LIST OF REDNECK COMPUTER TREMS

LIST OF REDNECK COMPUTER TERMS :


Backup - What you do when you sight a skunk in the woods.

Bar code - Them's the fight'n rules down da local tavern.

Bug - The reason you is a giv'n for calling in sick.

Byte - What yer pit bull dun to cusin Jethro.

Cache - Needed when you go to da store.

Chip - Yer cusin's uncle's mother's boyfriend's name.

Terminal - Time to call da undertaker.

Crash - When you go to Junior's party uninvited.

Digital - The art of counting on your fingers.

Diskette - A female Disco dancer.

Hacker - Uncle Leroy after thirty years of smoking.

Hardcopy - Picture looked at when selecting tattoos.

Internet - Where cafeteria workers put their hair.

Keyboard - Where you hang the keys to the John Deere.

Mac - Big Bob's favorite fast food.

Megahertz - How your head feels after seventeen beers.

Modem - What ya did when the grass and weeds got too tall.

Mouse pad - Where Mickey and Minnie live.

Network - Scoop'n up a big fish before it breaks the line.

Online - Where to stay when taking the sobriety test.

Rom - Where the pope lives.

Screen - Helps keep the skeeters off the porch.

Serial port - A red wine you drink with breakfast.

Superconductor - Amtrak's Employee of the year.

Scsi - What you call your week-old underwear.