In this poem, Tagore celebrates the idea of God’s constant presence.
By Ahsas Habi ،میرے اللّٰہ میرے ایمان کی شمع بہت ہی کمزور ہے اور بےحیائی کا طوفان ہے۔ مجھے ڈر […]
By William Blake Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame thy fearful symmetry? […]
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep…
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
وَلَا تَقُولَنَّ لِشَا۟ىْءٍ إِنِّى فَاعِلٌۭ ذَٰلِكَ غَدًا إِلَّآ أَن يَشَآءَ ٱللَّهُ ۚ وَٱذْكُر رَّبَّكَ إِذَا نَسِيتَ وَقُلْ عَسَىٰٓ أَن يَهْدِيَنِ رَبِّى لِأَقْرَبَ مِنْ هَـٰذَا رَشَدًۭا
‘I, to my Lord, bow in gratitude / wealth not less than gems, HE bestowed.’ A poem celebrating the precious blessing that daughters are.
By Sareer Ali Read English Transliteration اکھڑے ہوئے تھے لفظ دعا کا سوال تھاہم کو خدا سے حرفِ عطا کا […]