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Rah-e-Nāpursīda ( راہ ناپرسیدہ) : The Path Not Sought


 ایک کسک، ایک الفت، ایک صحراے فراق،

پر ہیں — ہے منزل کدھر، نہ جانے۔


جو گزر گئے اس راہ عشق سے ہم سے پہلے،

وہ ہمت ثبات کہاں سے لائے، نہ جانے۔


اگر کہیں ہوں ہم سفر بھی ہمارے سے چنیدہ،

دل ہے کہ بنے مددگارے بے ساحل، نہ جانے۔


کوزہ دل میں ہے طوفان پنہاں بے صدا،

الفاظ پاتے نہیں — ملے تسلی کیسے، نہ جانے۔


کشتی عمر میں تھے تنہا بحواس خطر،

ہر سمت سہم بھی تھا، حوصلہ بھی — کیوں، نہ جانے۔


کسی ڈوبتے نے بھی جب نہ چاہا کہ ہو جاۓ سوار،

تب دل سے نکلے دعاے بےخودانہ، نہ جانے۔


عبداللہ بھی ہے اس راہ ناپرسیدہ کا مسافر،

کب ملے فتح سفر دل کو — وہ لمحہ، نہ جانے۔




Ek kasak, ek ulfat, ek saḥrā-e-firāq,
Raah par hain — hai manzil ki.dhar, na jaane

There is a longing, a love, a desert of separation,
But we are on this path—where the destination is, I don't know.


Jo guzar gaye is rah-e-‘ishq se humse pehle,
Woh himmat-e-sabāt kahaan se laaye, na jaane.

Those who passed on this path of love before me,
Where they found that courage to stay firm, I don't know.


Agar kahīñ hon ham-safar bhi hamāre se chunīnda,
Dil hai ke bane madadgār-e-be-saahil, na jaane.

If there are other chosen travelers like me,
My heart still wants to help them, even in this shoreless ocean—I don't know how.


Kuza-e-dil mein hai toofān-e-pināñ be-sadā,
Alfaaz paaty nahi — mile tasallī kaise, na jaane.

There is a silent, hidden storm inside this closed heart.
I can't find any words—how will I ever find any comfort, I don't know.


Kashtī-e-‘umr mein the tanhā ba-hawās-e-khatar,
Har simt sahm bhi tha, hausla bhi — kyun, na jaane.

I was alone in the boat of life, fully aware of the danger.
In every direction, there was fear, but also courage—why, I don't know.


Kisi dubtē në bhi jab na chāhā ki ho jã’e savār,
Tab dil se niklī du‘ā-e-bekhudāna, na jaane.

When a drowning person didn't even want to be saved,
Even then, a prayer that wasn't for himself came out from the heart—I don't know.


Abdullah bhi hai us rah-e-nāpursīda ka musafir,
Kab mile fath-e-safar dil ko — woh lamha, na jaane.

Abdullah is also a traveler on this less-traveled path.
When my heart will get that moment of victory in this journey—that moment, I don't know.

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