by poet Syed Suliman Gillani.

  Translation

PARENTS
O human, ponder on your creation for a moment.
Of this fact you are unaware,
when you were an infant, with your fragile little body,
you would sleep cuddled against your Mother’s bosom.
How weak and thin her body was,
but still your Mother used to perform tasks for you.
For 2 years did she wean you with her milk,
from the hot and cold seasons did she protect you.
If she had forgotten to give you milk,
you would cry and take account of your Mother.
When you would cry, then she would cry alongside you.

She was lost in her intoxicating love for you.
She would sacrifice her rest and comforts for you.
She would remain awake herself to put you to sleep.
Just so she could keep a watch over you,
she would sleep on one side all night
Singing a lullaby of “Allah, Allah” whilst patting you gently,
she would fall asleep resting her hand on your waist.
She would awaken before you when you had
only just started to make a little noise,
and she would be up in a shot to quieten you down.
In case you may fall whilst turning sides,
she would place two pillows, to your right and left.
If due to coldness you would wet the bedding, and cry restlessly due to coldness,
then she would put you to sleep in her lap,
and lie you down on her warm bedding.

When you would fall ill during childhood,
then it wasn’t you that suffered, it was her.
Then you started speak that which you had learnt from you Mother,
then you started to walk and then run.
Until you hadn’t arrived home from school,
your Mothers restless heart never gained rest.
If after playing you would not return home,
her eyes would stay fixed on the gate.

Your Father toiled through hardships
and spent on you whilst selling his house.
He worked night and day to get you educated,
remained hungry himself to feed you.
Your Mother’s supplication was with you step by step.

Then you stepped into the life of youth.
You used to walk with your chest puffed up,
as if you was going to rip up this earth.
You felt very proud of your power,
you thought everyone else were ordinary birds
whilst you was a Royal Falcon.

You started to show the colours of youth against your Mother.
You began to hanker over a fairy looking woman,
who was white in complexion and had thick black hair.
That fairy looking woman then became your bride.
In your yearning for her you got lost so much that
you stopped enquiring about your Parents.
You started to eat at fancy restaurants,
and started to go shopping everyday.

What your Father had kept saved of his wealth,
you spent it all on pleasures and luxuries.
Today when they are not quick-witted and destitute,
and long for two rotis from you.
Whose share of meat you used to eat,
today you find it hard to feed them two rotis.

Your imaan started to weaken as such,
that you started to quarrel with them time after time.
And then one day your Mother said this much to you:
“O weak hearted! In this old age, do not turn away from us.
We have no-one besides you, apart from you we cannot rely on anybody”.
Then how you turned and said to your Mother:
“I do not have the strength anymore, quickly get out of my sight,
go outside and drop dead somewhere!!”

Of this sentence of yours they got worried,
all their dreams went aflame and turned to ashes.
This day brought upon them by their only child.
Their pleas went unheard, they fell at your feet and cried:
“Where are we going to go? Wherever we are going to go we’ll get knocked about.”

Your wife had such an influence on you,
that their pleas didn’t have any effect upon you.
In a state of grief and crying, they started to leave,
along with them the walls and doors of the house also started crying.
Upon listening to their pleas even the Arsh (of Allah) started to shake.
But still your hard-heart didn’t have mercy.
They cried to Allah and supplicated.
And it was Allah that granted them comfort.

The clouds of sorrow that were hanging, dispersed.
The few days that were remaining of their life, passed by.
They lived that quantity of life which was destined for them.
Your Father passed away and then your Mother also departed (from this world).
Even in their dying moments they remembered you..
They breathed the air of your love
and supplicated on your behalf whilst passing away.

The days of your life also passed by.
Now that the chapter of your youth has passed,
the reality of life dawned upon you.

So what happened now?

Now look at your own condition,
how much power of effect old age has on you.
You find in difficult to move around,
everyone is fed up of their service towards you.
Nobody is willing to sit beside you and share your sorrows.
Nobody addresses you with a straight face.

Your wife’s state is also like this,
not any better, but just like yours.
You are both paralysed, dependent and helpless,
you are unable to earn or eat yourselves.
Now that you cry of your fate,
you sit down and make garlands of tears.
Never did you think you would see such sour days,
you now reside in the apartment of servants.

Your children are not free from their businesses,
and they do not need you today.
Now you start to remember your Parents,
you start to see their faces in front of you.
You may cry in distress and lament all you want now,
your Father shall never raise and come back and nor will your Mother.

You start to cry now over your mistakes.
You start to yearn for death from Allah.
But death is incapable of itself.
How will you acquire peace when it is not within reach.
Life has yet to make you suffer,
it is to bring forth a new calamity everyday.

Why did you forget Allah’s commands?
Why did you hurt your Parents feelings?
Of who Allah says do not say a word of “uff” and stay respectful towards,
then why did you trouble them in old age?
Why did you forget the laws of Qur’an?
Now suffer in this world as recompense,
and then Allah shall throw you into the fire of hell.

Urdu Poetry on “Maa” (Mother)

by Raza Sirsavi

 Attached is the audio file of the same poetry recited by Syed Raza Sirsavi, its very touching and heart trembling. Note : Sound quality is low.

Same manqabat recited by Brother Shadman Raza

Pyar Kehtai Hain Kisai Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa

Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aanai Main Aksar Jab Hamain
Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa

Marte Dam Bacha Na Aapaye Agar Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa

Mout Ki Aaghosh Main Jab Thak Ke Soo Jati Hai Maa
Tab Kaheen Ja Kar ‘Raza’ Thora Sukoon Pati Hai Maa

Fikr Main Bachoon Ki Kuch Is Terha Ghul Jati Hai Maa
Nojawaan Hotay Huwe Boodhi Nazar Aati Hai Maa
 
  Rooh Ke Rishtay Ki Yeah Gehrayean To Daikheye
Choot Lagti Hai Humaray Aur Chillati Hai Maa

 Ek ek hasrath ko apne azm wo istekhal se   
Anso’oan se ghusl de ker khud hi dhafna thi hai maa

 Oadthi hai hasrathoan ka khudtho bosida kafan
chahatoan ka payrahan bachoan ko pehnathi hai maa

Kab Zarurat Ho Meri Bachay Ko Itna Sooch Kar
Jaagti Rehti Hain Aankhain Aur Soo Jati Hai Maa
  
  Bhuka rehne hi nahi dethi yateemon ko khabhi
Jane kiskis se kahan se mang kar lati hai maa

Haddiyoon Ka Ras Pila kar Apnay Dil Ke Chain Ko
Kitnee Hi Ratoon Mai Khali Pait Soo Jati Hai Maa
 
Jane Kitne Barf Si Ratoon Me Aysa Bhi Hua
Bacha To Chaati Pe Hai Gelay Main Soo Jati hai Maa

Jab Khilone Ko Machalta Hai Koie Ghurbat Ka Phool
Aansoon Ke Saaz Par Bachay Ko Behlati Hai Maa
  
  Fiker Ke Shamshaan Me Aakhir Chitaoon Ki Terha
Jaisai Sookhi Lakdeyaan, Is Terha Jal Jati Hai Maa

Muflisi bache ki zid par jab uthaleti hai haath 
Jaisai ho mujrim koi is tarha sharmati hai maa

Apnay Aanchal Se Gulabi Aansuoon Ko Poonch Kar
Dair Tak Gurbat Pe Apne Ashk Barsati Hai Maa

samne Bachoon Ke Khush Rahti Hai Har Ik Haal Main
Raat Ko Chup Chup Ke Laikin Ashk Bersati Hai Maa
  
  Pehlay Bachoon Ko Khilati Hai Sukoon-o-Chain Se
Baad Mai Jo Kuch Bacha ho Shouk Se Khati Hai Maa

Mangti Hi Kuch Nahi Apnai Leye ALLAH Se
Apnai Bachoon Ke Leye Daman Ko Phailati Hai Maa
 
Jane Anjane me hojaye jo bachoan se khusoor
Ek anjaani sazaa ke dar se tharrathi hai maa

Gar Javan Baiti Ho Ghar Main Aur Koie Rishta Na Ho
Ek Naye Ehsas Ki Suli Pe Chard Jati Hai Maa
  
  Apne bachoan ki bahaar-e-zindagi ke waste 
 Ansooan ke phool har mausam me barsati hai maa
 
 Har Eebadat Har Mohabbat Mai Nihan Hai Ek Gharaz
Be-Gharaz, Be-Lous, Har Khidmat Ko Kar Jati Hai Maa

Bazuwoon Me Khinch Ke Aajayegi Jaise Kayenat
Apnai Bachay Ke Leye Bahoon Ko Phailati Hai Maa

Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Mai
Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa
  
  Pyar Kehtai Hain Kise Aur Mamta Kya Cheez Hai
Koie Un Bachoon Sai Poocheye Jin Ki Mar Jati Hai Maa

Safha-e-Hasti Pe Likhti Hai Usool-e-Zindagi
Is Liye Ek Maktab-e-Islam Kehlati Hai Maa
 
Us Nayi Duniya Ko Diye Masoom Rahber Is Leye
Azmatoon Me Sani-e-Quran Kehlati Hai Maa

Ghar Se Jab Pardes JaTa Hai Koie Noor-e-Nazar
Haath Main Qur’an Le Kar Dar Pe Aajati Hai Maa
  
  De Ke Bachay Ko Zamanat Main Raza-e-Pak Ki
Peechay Peechay Sar Jhookaye Door Tak Jaati Hai Maa

Kanpti Aawaz Sai Khaiti Hai “Baita alwida”
Samne Jab Tak Rahe Haatoon Ko Lehrati Hai Maa
 
Jab Parayshani Me Ghir Jate Hain Hum Pardes Me
Aansuwoon Ku Poanch Ne Khwaboon Main Aajati Hai Maa

Dair Ho Jati He Ghar Aane Main Aksar Jab Hamain
Rait Per Machli Ho Jaisay Aisay Ghabrati Hai Maa
  
  Marte Dam Bacha Na aapaya agar  Pardes Se
Apni Donoo Putliyaan Chokhat Pe Rakh Jati Hai Maa

Baad Mar Janai Ke Phir Baite Ki Khidmat Ke Leye
Bhes Beti Ka Badal Kar Ghar Main Aajati Hai Maa
 
Chahe hum khushyoun me maa ko bhool jayen doasto 
Jab musibat sar pe aati hai tho yaad aati hai maa

Door Ho Jati Hai Sari Omr Ki Us Dum Thakan
Biyah Kar  Betay Ka Jab Ghar Bahu Lati Hai Maa
  
  Cheen lati hai wohi aksar sukoon-e-zindagi                            
Pyar se dhulhan bana kar jis ko ghar lati hai maa
 
Hamne ye bhi tho nahi soachan alaag hone ke baad
Jab diya hi khuch nahi ham ne tho kya khati hai maa

Zabt tho dakho ke itni berukhi ke baujood
Bad dua deti hai hargis aur na pashtati hai maa
 
Saal bhar me ya khabhi hafte me jumeraat ko
Zindagi bhar ka sila ek Fateha pati hai maa  

  Apne pehlu me lita kar roz thouthe ki tarha 
Eik barah panch chouda ham ko ratwati hai maa
 
Umr bhar ghafil na hona matame Shabbir se
Raat din apne amal se hamko samjati hai maa 

Yaad aata hai shab-e-ashoor ka kadyal jawan
Jab khabi uljhi huyi zulfon ko suljhati hai maa
 
Sab se pehle jaan dena Fatima ke lal par
Raat bhar Aun-o-Mohd ko ye samjhati hai maa  

  Fatima ke lal par qurban kar ne ke liye
Baandh kar sehra jawan bete ko leati hai maa
 
Allah Allah ithehade sabre Laila-o- Hussain
Baap ne khenchi sinah, sine ko sehlati hai maa

Ye bata sakti hai hum ko bus Rabab-e-Khastatan
Kis tarha bin doodh ke bache ko behlati hai maa
 
Shimr ke khanjar se ya sukhe gale se puchiye
“Maa” idhar mun se nikalta hai udhar aati hai maa  

  Aysa lagtha hai kisi maqtal se ab bhi waqte asr
Ek burida sar se “pyasa hoon” sada aati hai “maa”
 
Apne gam ko bhool kar rothe hain jo Shabbir ko
Un ke ashkoan ke liye Jannat se aajati hai maa

Shukriya ho hi nahi sakta khabhi us ka ada
Marte marte bhi dua jine ki de jati hai maa

Zindagani Ke Safar Me Gardishoon Ki Dhoop Me
Jab Koie Saya Nahi Milta To Yaad Aati Hai Maa

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