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I. THE FATHER. FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else for us, Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come And re-create me, now grown ruinous: My heart is by dejection, clay, And by self-murder, red. From this red earth, O Father, purge away All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned I may rise up from death, before I'm dead. II. THE SON. O Son of God, who, seeing two things, Sin and Death, crept in, which were never made, By bearing one, tried'st with what stings The other could Thine heritage invade ; O be Thou nail'd unto my heart, And crucified again ; Part not from it, though it from Thee would part, But let it be by applying so Thy pain, Drown'd in Thy blood, and in Thy passion slain. III. THE HOLY GHOST. O Holy Ghost, whose temple I Am, but of mud walls , and condensèd dust, And being sacrilegiously Half wasted with youth's fires of pride and lust, Must with new storms be weather-beat, Double in my heart Thy flame, Which let devout sad tears intend, and let— Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim— Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar be the same. IV. THE TRINITY. O blessed glorious Trinity, Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith, Which, as wise serpents, diversely Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath, As you distinguish'd, undistinct, By power, love, knowledge be, Give me a such self different instinct, Of these let all me elemented be, Of power, to love, to know you unnumbered three. V. THE VIRGIN MARY. For that fair blessed mother-maid, Whose flesh redeem'd us, that she-cherubin, Which unlock'd paradise, and made One claim for innocence, and disseizèd sin, Whose womb was a strange heaven, for there God clothed Himself, and grew, Our zealous thanks we pour. As her deeds were Our helps, so are her prayers ; nor can she sue In vain, who hath such titles unto you. VI. THE ANGELS. And since this life our nonage is, And we in wardship to Thine angels be, Native in heaven's fair palaces Where we shall be but denizen'd by Thee ; As th' earth conceiving by the sun, Yields fair diversity, Yet never knows what course that light doth run ; So let me study that mine actions be Worthy their sight, though blind in how they see. VII. THE PATRIARCHS. And let Thy patriarchs' desire, —Those great grandfathers of Thy Church, which saw More in the cloud than we in fire, Whom nature clear'd more, than us grace and law, And now in heaven still pray, that we May use our new helps right— Be satisfied, and fructify in me ; Let not my mind be blinder by more light, Nor faith by reason added lose her sight. VIII. THE PROPHETS. Thy eagle-sighted prophets too, —Which were Thy Church's organs, and did sound That harmony which made of two One law, and did unite, but not confound ; Those heavenly poets which did see Thy will, and it express In rhythmic feet—in common pray for me, That I by them excuse not my excess In seeking secrets, or poeticness. IX. THE APOSTLES. And thy illustrious zodiac Of twelve apostles, which engirt this All, —From whom whosoever do not take Their light, to dark deep pits throw down and fall ;— As through their prayers Thou'st let me know That their books are divine, May they pray still, and be heard, that I go Th' old broad way in applying ; O decline Me, when my comment would make Thy word mine. X. THE MARTYRS. And since Thou so desirously Didst long to die, that long before Thou couldst, And long since Thou no more couldst die, Thou in thy scatter'd mystic body wouldst In Abel die, and ever since In Thine ; let their blood come To beg for us a discreet patience Of death, or of worse life ; for O, to some Not to be martyrs, is a martyrdom. XI. THE CONFESSORS. Therefore with Thee triumpheth there A virgin squadron of white confessors, Whose bloods betroth'd not married were, Tender'd, not taken by those ravishers. They know, and pray that we may know, In every Christian Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow ; Temptations martyr us alive ; a man Is to himself a Diocletian. XII. THE VIRGINS. The cold white snowy nunnery, Which, as Thy Mother, their high abbess, sent Their bodies back again to Thee, As Thou hadst lent them, clean and innocent ; Though they have not obtain'd of Thee, That or Thy Church or I Should keep, as they, our first integrity, Divorce Thou sin in us, or bid it die, And call chaste widowhead virginity. XIII. THE DOCTORS. The sacred academy above Of Doctors, whose pains have unclasp'd, and taught Both books of life to us—for love To know Thy scriptures tells us, we are wrote In Thy other book—pray for us there, That what they have misdone Or missaid, we to that may not adhere. Their zeal may be our sin. Lord, let us run Mean ways, and call them stars, but not the sun. XIV. And whilst this universal quire, That Church in triumph, this in warfare here, Warm'd with one all-partaking fire Of love, that none be lost, which cost Thee dear, Prays ceaselessly, and Thou hearken too —Since to be gracious Our task is treble, to pray, bear, and do— Hear this prayer, Lord ; O Lord, deliver us From trusting in those prayers, though pour'd out thus. XV. From being anxious, or secure, Dead clods of sadness, or light squibs of mirth, From thinking that great courts immure All, or no happiness, or that this earth Is only for our prison framed, Or that Thou'rt covetous To them whom Thou lovest, or that they are maim'd From reaching this world's sweet who seek Thee thus, With all their might, good Lord, deliver us. XVI. From needing danger, to be good, From owing Thee yesterday's tears to-day, From trusting so much to Thy blood That in that hope we wound our soul away, From bribing Thee with alms, to excuse Some sin more burdenous, From light affecting, in religion, news, From thinking us all soul, neglecting thus Our mutual duties, Lord, deliver us. XVII. From tempting Satan to tempt us, By our connivance, or slack company, From measuring ill by vicious Neglecting to choke sin's spawn, vanity, From indiscreet humility, Which might be scandalous And cast reproach on Christianity, From being spies, or to spies pervious, From thirst or scorn of fame, deliver us. XVIII. Deliver us through Thy descent Into the Virgin, whose womb was a place Of middle kind ; and Thou being sent To ungracious us, stay'dst at her full of grace ; And through Thy poor birth, where first Thou Glorified'st poverty ; And yet soon after riches didst allow, By accepting kings' gifts in th' Epiphany ; Deliver us, and make us to both ways free. XIX. And through that bitter agony, Which is still th' agony of pious wits, Disputing what distorted Thee, And interrupted evenness with fits ; And through Thy free confession, Though thereby they were then Made blind, so that Thou mightst from them have gone ; Good Lord, deliver us, and teach us when We may not, and we may, blind unjust men. XX. Through Thy submitting all, to blows Thy face, Thy robes to spoil, Thy fame to scorn, All ways, which rage, or justice knows, And by which Thou couldst show that Thou wast born ; And through Thy gallant humbleness Which Thou in death didst show, Dying before Thy soul they could express ; Deliver us from death, by dying so To this world, ere this world do bid us go. XXI. When senses, which Thy soldiers are, We arm against Thee, and they fight for sin ; When want, sent but to tame, doth war, And work despair a breach to enter in ; When plenty, God's image, and seal, Makes us idolatrous, And love it, not him, whom it should reveal ; When we are moved to seem religious Only to vent wit ; Lord, deliver us. XXII. In churches, when th' infirmity Of him which speaks, diminishes the word ; When magistrates do misapply To us, as we judge, lay or ghostly sword ; When plague, which is Thine angel, reigns, Or wars, Thy champions, sway ; When heresy, Thy second deluge, gains ; In th' hour of death, th' eve of last Judgment day ; Deliver us from the sinister way. XXIII. Hear us, O hear us, Lord; to Thee A sinner is more music, when he prays, Than spheres' or angels' praises be, In panegyric alleluias ; Hear us, for till Thou hear us, Lord, We know not what to say ; Thine ear to our sighs, tears, thoughts, gives voice and word ; O Thou, who Satan heard'st in Job's sick day, Hear Thyself now, for Thou in us dost pray. XXIV. That we may change to evenness This intermitting aguish piety ; That snatching cramps of wickedness And apoplexies of fast sin may die ; That music of Thy promises, Not threats in thunder may Awaken us to our just offices ; What in Thy book Thou dost, or creatures say, That we may hear, Lord, hear us when we pray. XXV. That our ears' sickness we may cure, And rectify those labyrinths aright, That we by heark'ning not procure Our praise, nor others' dispraise so invite ; That we get not a slipp'riness And senselessly decline, From hearing bold wits jest at kings' excess, To admit the like of majesty divine ; That we may lock our ears, Lord, open Thine. XXVI. That living law, the magistrate, Which to give us, and make us physic, doth Our vices often aggravate ; That preachers taxing sin, before her growth ; That Satan, and envenom'd men— Which will, if we starve, dine— When they do most accuse us, may see then Us to amendment hear them, Thee decline ; That we may open our ears, Lord, lock Thine. XXVII. That learning, Thine ambassador, From Thine allegiance we never tempt ; That beauty, paradise's flower For physic made, from poison be exempt ; That wit—born apt high good to do— By dwelling lazily On nature's nothing be not nothing too ; That our affections kill us not, nor die ; Hear us, weak echoes, O, Thou Ear and Eye. XXVIII. Son of God, hear us, and since Thou By taking our blood, owest it us again, Gain to Thyself, or us allow ; And let not both us and Thyself be slain ; O Lamb of God, which took'st our sin, Which could not stick to Thee, O let it not return to us again ; But patient and physician being free, As sin is nothing, let it nowhere be. John Donne
Urdu Poetry – Poetry is the language of heart. Emotions and feelings take the shape of words and are delivered in a poetic manner. Urdu poetry draws its existence from past 18th and 19th century which are rich in tradition and composed in various forms. Most of the Urdu poetry derives from Arabic and Persian origin. From time immemorial, Urdu poetry has been written and narrated by renowned poets of all times. Urdu poetry is enriched with such true emotions and feelings. It has been observed that Urdu poets in the past used to say poetry that depicts and highlights the social, cultural issues of their era.
The poets used Urdu poetry as a medium of expression to put their thoughts forward for the readers. The Urdu poets are known for reviving romance, culture, social & political issues in the form of Urdu poetry collections. Urdu poetry is considered as an integral part of Pakistani culture. Our history is rich with numerous poetry collections from renowned poets like Mirza Ghalib, Allama Iqbal, Mir Dard, Mir Taqi Mir, and the list goes on. Allama Iqbal and Mirza Ghalib are considered to be the flag barrier of Urdu poetry. Iqbal Urdu poetry is based on philosophy, love, and for encouraging Muslims of India. Mirza Ghalib is regarded as the greatest Urdu poets of all times. They have contributed incredibly in the form of Ghazal, Hamd, Nazm, Ruba’i, Shayari and much more. Apart from them, Mir Taqi Mir and Mir Dard are known for romantic and sad Urdu poetry. Several other maestros of Urdu Poetry have been passed who added some valuable pearls and gems to the poetic collections from time to time.
Urdu poetry has evolved and revolutionized from time to time. Previously tough Persian and Arabic words are used for narrating the Urdu poetry. Later use of simpler Urdu words have taken over and are used more oftenly. Poets like Ahmed Faraz, Parveen Shakir, Faiz Ahmed Faiz have added some valuable Urdu poetry collection that are loved and praised by masses to date. New subject matter, themes are used by new poets that has modernized Urdu Poetry. The various forms of Urdu Poetry available for the readers includes Ghazal, Hamd, Marsiya, Naat, Nazm, Qasida, Masnavi, Naat, Qawalli, Ruba’i, Shayari and much more. The poetry lovers can stock their libraries and houses with the enormous treasure of Urdu poetry. The collection of Urdu Poems in the form of Dewan and Kuliyat are preferred by those who have a taste for traditional poetry. Allama Iqbal and Mirza Ghalib have immense contribution to the Urdu poetry.
The Urdu poetry collection of Ghalib and Iqbal are researched, read and shared by masses worldwide.The modern Urdu poets possess a progressive and practical state of mind that is far from the narration of female beauty and romance. Urdu Ghazals has been associated with emotions earlier, but now the trends are changing to give it a completely new domain of expression. Many Urdu poets become popular because of their Romantic poetry include Ghazal Ahmed Faraz, Habib Jalib, Sagar Siddiqui, Muneer Niazi, Mohsin Naqvi, Farhat Abbas Shah and many others.
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