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Poem # 13
atee rozu katha bozu madanvaara atee roz....
Sweetheart,
stay a moment, and hear me speak.
I crave only to gaze at you - O stay !
Why be cross with me, why tear me apart ?
O, why drive me to immolate myself ?
Listening to you is tasting nectar ! And what sweetness
Flows from your crystal teeth and luscious lips !
O the splendid perfection of your form,
Where each part builds up to a dazzling whole !
The bulbul was heard saying under the pomegranate bush
'O flaming flower, how close you resemble my rose !'
How coolly you leave after causing havoc in my heart !
You'll have to tell me now where I shall live and how.
My heart is lacerated with your wanton use
Of powerful spear thrusts of cruel spite.
You leave at dusk, all dressed in white. Tread softly,
My dearest, and tell me why you want to go !
O stay ! Remember I left home in youth and innocence,
In mad pursuit of you, stumbling, falling on the way.
Why lie concealed to watch the fun
Of shooting barbed shafts from your eyes ?
Don't I bare my bosom to all your darts ?
Why lie concealed to watch the fun
Of shooting barbed shafts from your eyes ?
Don't I bare my bosom to all your darts ?
How I fell, and lay prostrate and shattered,
Like a pearl necklace whose string had snapped,
And became a target for public taunts !
O sun, when you hid behind the cloud in anger,
I burnt like lightning in the fire of love.
Love's fever laid me low; its fire singed my skin.
But did you ever ask what yearning filled my heart ?
Rasul Mir, who unveiled love's gnawing pain,
Has come again, reborn as Mahjoor. Just wait and see !
Poem # 14
doori roozith tsoori kami
niv myon dil.....
Who
stole my heart from far away ?
Bring back that youthful heart to me !
Like a bulbul trapped in a clapnet,
My heart is caught in a snare of curls.
Lovers call the heart a precious ruby.
Well, we'll have it valued in beauty's street.
Tell me, friend, where the heart should go
If before you lie both sacred texts and sensuous charms !
Love gives he heart unceasing pain.
We must rock the heart in the bosom of love !
He's a king who protects the heart's brittle glass:
He's wise for whom it's the precious Jam-e-la Am
For a meaningful life and a mind without fetters,
Infuse new blood into your old veins !
Mahjoor, have a happy heart, qnwraped by doubt,
And the world will reflect the Joy within you !
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