Safar ul Ishq (5)

The gardener’s job is to water the plants with skin-bags full of water,It is up to the Lord to allow fruits and flowers to grow

Safar ul Ishq (4)

Do not rejoice at the death of your enemy because your friends too have to die,
The day shall pass O Muhammad; the afternoon sun is soon going to set.

Safar ul Ishq (3)

Come, O dear girl, fill your pitcher with water before the sun goes down,
When the sun sets and darkness prevails, you’ll be afraid of going home alone.

Safar ul Ishq (2)

Not for ever the bulbul sings in the garden, not for ever is the enjoyment of spring,
Not for ever is mother, Father, Beauty, Youth; not for ever is the company of friends.

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Safar ul Ishq (1)

Gardens, spring, and rose gardens, without friends of what use?
If I meet the friend, thousands of sorrows will be gone; I will be grateful a hundred thousand times.

Plans of God

Why ponder thus, the fortune to forsee,

and jade they brain to vain perplexity,

Cast off thy care, leave Allah's (God's) plans to Him,

He made them all,

Without consulting thee.

- Omar Khayyam's The Rubaiyat.

Musalman

“Mai aik ese kitab khareedna chahta hun jis mai sada andaz mai bataya gaya ho ke musalman ka matlab kya hai.”

“Kya ap gher musalman hain?”

“Je nahe, Allah ke fazal se mai musalman hun. Dar-asal mai pedaishi musalman hun."

"Muh zubani musalman? Jis ne kalma parhlia wo musalman hai."

"Bilkul mai ne bhi kalma parhlia hai. Mai bhi musalman hun, leken jan’na chahta hun ke musalman ka matlab kya hai."

"Tou Islam par kitabain parheye."

"Parhe hain, buhat parhe hain. Shayad isi wajah se confuse hogaya hun. Wese bhi kitab aur cheez hai, musalman aur cheez."

- Excerpts from Talash by Mumtaz Mufti