Poem # 1
vanta vesiye bewaafaayee
shavaye dildaar chha...............
O friend, should one, as
beautiful as the moon,
Delight in breaking hearts by playing false in love ?
He plunged into my heart his pointed dart,
Showing no more pity than a swordsman in war.
He shot me from afar, but how could I hide the wound ?
O how beautiful he is, but how cruel his sport !
O archer! Was the forked shaft that pierced my heart
Tongued with fire, or dipped in the deadliest venom ?
What's sliding down his robes may be coils of snakes,
Tresses of hyacinths, or meadows where bulbuls sing !
Lovers in mortal pain take heart when they behold
Those twin breasts - an elixir for ailing souls !
He slipped out by subtle stealth, but I'll seek him out
In his favourite haunts - Pari Mahal, Telbal, Dal or Shalamar.
My lot is tears! Leaving me lonesome and broken, he's gone!
Who knows where ? - Prang or Brang or Drang or Kotahar!
Who has appeared at break of dawn, rattling at the door ?
A thief or a drunk - or could it be sweet-throated Mahjoor?
Poem # 2
loli manz bo karay goor
I'll rock you in my arms !
O my pearl, do not forsake me.
Your beauty's rising fame
Filled me with a mad longing
To beg at your door.
Just one glance from you
Sent me into love's consuming flames,
Like one tumbling down the skies.
O ravishing moon, don't hide yourself !
I pray some oid job tempts you out,
So that we see your radiant form.
How much like Sheereen or Badwaljamal,
Or a hourie emerging from Paradise,
With pearls gleaming on a swans's neck !
At dawn you came to the purling stream,
With beauty's noose slung on your arm,
And trapped the thief of love !
I'll lie in wait for you in the deepest woods,
Kneel at your feet under the jessamine bush -
My Forest of Najd and Mount Sinai !
Mahjoor is languishing for your love,
And shall offer whatever you ask.
Pray you too show equal faith !