Champion’s Spirit: 30 Urdu Winning Sher

Bheriya tanha, chaandni raat mein,
Us ki aawaaz, goonje waadiyon mein.
The wolf, alone in the moonlit night,
Its howl echoes in the valleys.
Jangal ka baadshah, woh bheriya dileir,
Us ki aankhon mein, ik wehshat ka pher.
King of the jungle, that brave wolf,
In its eyes, a turn of wildness.

Gurg ki fitrat, hai shikaar karna,
Kamzoron pe aksar, woh waar karna.
The wolf’s nature is to hunt,
Often to attack the weak.

Raat ke saaye mein, bheriya nikle,
Us ki aahat se, dil dehal jaaye.
In the shadows of the night, the wolf emerges,
Its footfall makes the heart tremble.

Tanhaai ka saathi, woh bheriya wehshi,
Us ki duniya alag, sab se hai kati.
Companion of loneliness, that wild wolf,
Its world is separate, cut off from all.

Bheriyon ka ghol, jab shikaar ko jaaye,
Jangal ki khaamoshi, laraz hi toh jaaye.
When a pack of wolves goes hunting,
The silence of the jungle indeed trembles.

Tez daanton waala, woh khoonkhaar bheriya,
Us ke khauf se, har koi hai dariya.
That bloodthirsty wolf with sharp teeth,
Everyone is afraid of its terror.

Bheriya chaahe kitna, ho chaalaak-o-makkaar,
Insaan ki aql se, jaata hai woh haar.
No matter how cunning and deceitful the wolf may be,
It loses to human intellect.

Chaand ko dekh kar, bheriya chalaaye,
Apne dukhre shaayad, us ko sunaaye.
Looking at the moon, the wolf howls,
Perhaps it tells its sorrows to it.

Gurg ki aankhon mein, ik bhook si hai,
Jangal ki wehshat, us ki pehchaan si hai.
There is a hunger in the wolf’s eyes,
The wildness of the jungle is like its identity.

Bheriya ban mein rahe, ya sheher mein aaye,
Us ki fitrat kabhi, badal na paaye.
Whether the wolf lives in the forest or comes to the city,
Its nature can never change.

Raat ki taareeki, bheriye ka raaj,
Us ke aage be-bas, har saaz-o-saamaan aaj.
The darkness of night, the wolf’s reign,
Before it, every tool and provision is helpless today.

Gurg-e-baaraan deeda, tajurba kaar bada,
Shikaar karne mein, hai woh sab se khara. (Gurg-e-baaraan deeda: an experienced wolf)
An experienced wolf, very skilled,
In hunting, it is the most genuine (best).

Bheriya jab dahaade, jangal laraz jaaye,
Kamzor jaanwar, jaan bacha na paaye.
When the wolf roars, the jungle trembles,
Weak animals cannot save their lives.

Kehte hain bheriya, kabhi raam nahin hota,
Us ki wehshat ka, anjaam nahin hota.
They say a wolf can never be tamed,
There is no end to its wildness.

Bheriye ki kahaani, bachon ko daraaye,
Magar us ki taaqat, sab ko hi bhaaye. (Kabhi kabhi: sometimes)
The wolf’s story scares children,
But its strength pleases everyone (sometimes).

Sard raaton mein, bheriye ki aawaaz,
Sun kar dil mein uthe, ik pur-asraar saaz.
In cold nights, the wolf’s howl,
Hearing it, a mysterious melody arises in the heart.

Gurg-o-mesh ka qissa, hai bahut puraana,
Taaqatwar ka hamesha, raha hai zamaana. (Gurg-o-mesh: wolf and sheep)
The story of the wolf and the sheep is very old,
The era has always belonged to the powerful.

Bheriye ki tarah, raho tum hoshiyaar,
Dushman ki har chaal pe, rakho tum nazar.
Like a wolf, remain alert,
Keep an eye on every move of the enemy.

Aadmi ki shakl mein, bheriye bhi hain,
Un se bach kar rehna, bahut zaroori hai.
There are also wolves in human form,
It is very necessary to stay safe from them.

Bheriya bhooka ho toh, aur khatarnaak,
Us ki jhapat se bachna, nahin hai aasaan naak. (Naak: in any way)
If a wolf is hungry, it’s even more dangerous,
To escape its pounce is not easy in any way.

Jangal ki khaamoshi, bheriye ka intezaar,
Shikaar ki boo paa kar, hota hai be-qaraar.
The silence of the jungle, the wolf’s wait,
Sensing the prey’s scent, it becomes restless.

Woh bheriya jo akela, phirta hai raat bhar,
Us ki aankhon mein chhupa, ik gehra sa dar. (Tanhaai ka: of loneliness)
That wolf which roams alone all night,
A deep fear is hidden in its eyes (of loneliness).

Bheriye ki chaalaaki, mash’hoor hai jahaan mein,
Magar sachaai ki taaqat, hai har aan mein.
The wolf’s cunning is famous in the world,
But the power of truth is in every moment.

Gurg-aashti ka naara, ik fareb hai,
Fitrat nahin badalti, yeh ajeeb hai. (Gurg-aashti: wolf’s peace – deceptive peace)
The slogan of wolf’s peace is a deception,
Nature doesn’t change, this is strange.

Pahaadon ki bulandi, bheriye ka ghar,
Aazaad fizaaon mein, woh rahe be-dar.
The height of mountains, the wolf’s home,
In free atmospheres, it lives without fear.

Bheriye ki wafaa, apne ghol se,
Dushman ke liye woh, ik sho’le se.
The wolf’s loyalty to its pack,
For the enemy, it is like a flame.

Jab bheriya aaye, toh bherein bhaagein,
Taaqat ke aage, kamzor na thehrein.
When the wolf comes, the sheep run,
The weak do not stand before power.

Raat ka andhera, bheriye ki taaqat,
Us ki wehshat se hai, har su haibat.
The darkness of night, the wolf’s strength,
From its wildness, there is terror everywhere.

Gurg ban kar jeena, ya bher ban kar marna,
Zindagi ka har faisla, khud hi hai karna.
To live like a wolf, or die like a sheep,
Every decision of life has to be made by oneself.