Indian Antiquary Vol 33

Author(s): Richard Carnac Temple
Publisher: Swati Publications

Page 11

JANUARY, 1904.)
JANGNAMAR OF SAYYAD 'ALIM 'ALI KHAN
“Qadam son qadam, hģth son häth jor,
"Karege jablak hogi dushman ki mor; 215 · Hamen dil son qurbān hai, agr nişār,
« Rakho dil mon, Şahib! tūmen bar-qarár." Kahi: “Afrin ! Tam namak-khwär ho, " Wafädär, be-shak, o dildār ho."
Widā' ho prán, má koņ kind salām, 320 Kiya kuch begi son, bas wa as-salām!
Chale, aur ga,e beg ütar ghāt son, Le-kar lāo-lashkar wa sabh bhänt son. Kari fauj apne ke kitne suwär,
Jo dekhā to maujud chalis hazār; 225 The itne shutar-nál, gaj-nal, bān,
Süne koi shalq, to jāwe prán, Rahekle o topen thāņ itne sanghāt, Kahi,e kyā? Nahiņ koi kahai ki bāt !
Nizamu-l-mulk par ho wājib, yaqin 230 Kih ab jang sābit hai, be kāf-o-shin,
Kabāyā salām anr kahāyā du'a Kih: "Laệnå mere sāth kuchho nahiņ nafta, "Klyä hai Dakhin ka mūjhe Şübabdar,
"Larā, i kā mat deo mujh son bichār, 285 “Chale jão sidhi Hindūstãn koņ,
"Chacha pas apne 80 amāņ soņ.
Main laske se kyā tegh-bāzi karūņ, "Bhalā hai jo kuch kār-sāzi karūn." Sūnä jab khabar Sayyad-i-ālā-janāb Kaha: “Dehū begi son is ka jawāb." “Nanhe umr hūņ, pun maiņ lapkā nahlo, ** Kisi bāt kā dil mon dhaskā nabin, "Main Sayyad hün, tam dil mon kyä liyae
ho?
Mere mulk par chal-ke, kyūn a,e ho ? 245 Mujhe "år-h1-år hai, 'ar-i-nang;
“Chale ko begi, nah liyayo darang. ". Agar lakh dar lakh faujan milen,
Kih jin ke dhamak son taba thalen, "Main ū shakhs būą, jo talaq-här nāh, 250 "Shaja'at meri kis pai izhär näh ?
** Agar hai baiyati to gham nahiņ mūjhe, « Agar maut hai, to wahm nabiņ mujhe, "Jo märyä hai qismat moņ meri qalam,
"Nah howegå piyadah, nah howegā kam, 255 "Main rāfl-i-Rix par būno kūchh rapa,
u Foot set to foot, hand joining hand, “We stand fast so long as the enemy resists ; "Heartily we offer ourselves a sacrifice and
offering, "You may, lady, set your heart at rest." She replied: "Bravo! you are true salt-eaters, "Faithful, without a doubt, and great of heart." The loved one said farewell, he saluted his mother, He marched at once, enough and there's an end. He moved on and quickly descended the pass, Took army and baggage, all kinds of soldiers. Ho had in his army crowds of horsemen, When counted he found them forty thousand; There were so many camel-pieces, elephant guns,
rockets, That hearing them discharged one's breath went, Of field guns, siege guns, such a collection, What shall we say? There is nothing can be said. Nizam-ul-Mulk seeing certainly of a truth That war was now on foot, without any doubt, Sent his compliments and a prayer, Saying: "To fight with me is devoid of profit, "They have made me governor of the Dakhin, “Think not of fighting with me, "Make your way straight to Hindustan, "Join your uncle and be in safety. “How shall I use sword-play with sobild, “It will be well whatever pretext I make." When the exalted Sayyad heard this message He said : “Send forthwith this my answer : " Young in age I am, but not a boy, "Nothing can make my heart to flutter, « I am a Sayyad, what idea have you taken up,
***Into my country why have you advanced ? "I feel the ignominy, the slar on my reputation, * Come on at once, make no lingering. « If thousands on thousands of soldiers advance,
Whose trend makes the heavenly vault to shift, “I am tbnt man who neither shirks nor flinches, « Who is there to whom my valour is not evident. ***If life survives, I sorrow not, * If it be death, I treasure no illusion, "To what the pon has recorded as my fate 4 Nothing can be added, from it nothing taken " I am pleased and contented, whatever His
pleasure, «That thing is best which God provides.'" In short that army crossed the river, Cherishing in its heart great expectations ; .
**Wabi khūb bai, jo karega Khuda."" Ba-bar-hal ūh fauj atari nadı, Pakar dil mani, dund da'w badi;