Tum Ek Gorakdhanda Ho( You are a Puzzle)

Sometimes I looked for you here, and some times there.
To have your sight I’ve been ruined and I’ve seacrhed everywhere.
The dear ones vanished, but No one got a lead to you.
You are not, yet you are at every place.

you are a puzzle

With what splendour you can be seen in every speck
But the mind is puzzled what you look like and what you are, You are a puzzle

I looked for you in the houses of worship, but couldn’t find you
Yet I found you residing in my heart

you are a puzzle.

He who is lost in your love, is He rewarded?
You could not be found, either in a temple or Ka’bah
But you could be found in a broken heart
Sometimes you are hidden as non-existence and somewhere you appear as existence.
If you are not then why deny?
Even the negation confirms your existence, the one I call my Existence who is that if not you?
If you didn’t come in my thoughts
Then how did I learn you are God?

You are a puzzle.

What puzzles me is who and what are You.
You’re an idol when You come by and if not then You are God.
How did the one who entered wisdom could become Everlasting?
How did one who comes into mind’s grasp become God.
The philosopher doesn’t find God in an argument,
He is trying to untangle the cord but cannot find the top.
You are a puzzle You don’t hide,
You don’t show Yourself You show the manifestation but don’t show Yourself
You don’t remove the conflicts of the manner of worship
You don’t reveal the exact things, I’m surprised how You accommodated in my heart?
When the two worlds are not enough for You
You are in the houses of worship, You are faithless for not showing Your countenance

You are a puzzle

The puzzle taken strange possession of my heart, A confused picture it’s drawn within it
I do not understand what all this puzzle is, What is this game You’ve been playing since the beginning of time
You made the soul the prisoner of the body’s Cage and then put the guard of death on it ‘
You make the bird of contrivance fly ‘ yet you’ve spread the net of fate everywhere
For years you adorned the world and hereafter, yet you have also made the plan of destruction though
you claim to be homeless, Yet you preached about home, kith and kin this is bad, this good, this is hell, this is heaven
Please tell me what is in this perplexity?

For Adam’s crime you punish his children, is that the standard of your justice?
By giving the earthly vicegerency to the man, you have made it into a spectacle
For Your own recognition you created all But you hide yourself from all

You are a puzzle

You draw and erase yourself
I don’t know which crime of desire you punish us
Sometimes you’ll turn a pebble into a diamond
Other times you’ll turn a diamond into dust

The one who revived many dead, You made him to adorn the crucifix

The one that longed to have your sight on the Mount Sinai
You reduced the Mount to ashes with the Lightning of your Manifestation

You wished Abraham to be thrown into Nimrud’s
Fire then you turned that fire into flowers yourself

Sometimes you throw a Canaanite into the well of Canaanites
And then deprive Jacob of his sight

You make Joseph to be put into the slave-mart of Egypt
And then you also make the king of Egypt

when someone reaches to the destination of higher spirituality
You make him to voice: I’m the Truth

Then allow the verdicts of infidelity against
Him, you send yourself Mansoor to the crucifix
One day he too loses his life Whom You make to see Your sight

If a Ranjha goes in Your quest
You make him in the charity of Jhang

If some Majnun goes in Your quest
You make him a beloved of some Laila

If Your love awakens in Sassi’s heart, You scorch her in a burning desert

If Sohni imagined you as her Mahinval
You drowned her into the ragging currents

You do as You wish by summoning to the Heaven And in a single night You can make the Prophet’s Accession to Heaven

You are a puzzle.

You’re Your Veil.

you are a puzzle.

I accept what I say You mind it a little But still I’ve a little complaint to make.
You sat quiet on your Throne and watched Muhammad’s grandson the scorching desert of Karbala
How he was giving his blood for Your Love though he was thirsty for three days.
His enemies were after all enemies, but it’s sad even you didn’t provide him with a little Water.
Every favour of oppression is the inheritance of the oppressor
But the oppressed is neither consoled nor comforted.
Yesterday he who had a crown on his head Today I see him with a begging bowl, what is this?
If I ask, your answer is
That no one can get acquainted with this secret.

you are a puzzle


These mosques, temples and taverns, some believe in this and some believe in that
All are your abodes, Dear Some believe in this and some believe in that, we are convinced of your
Oneness someone leans towards negation But You know the truth Someone believes in this and someone
believes in that

One includes me with the creation The other stays aloof from all
Both are Your devotees, Some believe in this and some believe in that

If all are the devotees of your name, Then why the conflict of your names?

You are a puzzle

You are the centre of our quest, the world of colour and scent
You manifest all the time, You are Omnipresent In Bahu’s surrounds there is only You
You are the beloved, very Handsome
You are the Glory and Honour of the Heavens
you are the gain of longings of the two worlds
you gave eyes and makes us perform ablution with the tears
Now give us a flask of your manifestation Come out of the veil before me
For a short meeting and a conversation
Naaz will tell his beads place to place, street
To street
Allah is one, He has no partner
Allahu, Allahu, Allahu......................