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Poem # 23
nera haa sanyaas lagith ..........
I
long to put on saffron robes
And find out where my love has gone,
Roam in every town and village
And over hill and dale.
I'd glide into his bower
With love in every limb,
And gather in my eyes a bouquet
Of flowers that do not fade.
If my love would only look at me,
Leaving his high disdain.
I'd be. the Shravan jessamine,
Abloom with youth and joy.
I hear the God of Love will come to the Dal
And spend the night at Telbal
O could I become a patient lotus
In the lake to watch him pass !
Variegated flowers bloom,
Some with ravishing perfumes;
But among them all I long to find
The one that does not fade.
He came to see me unexpected;
How could I show him the anguish
Of my love ? I'd have revived
If he had stayed a moment.
I long for him to come and hear
The song of my love-sick soul;
I'd tune the strings of love
In any heart's harp with joy.
If his flint heart will melt
Only with my tears,
I shall weep a rain of blood
From my eyes every day.
I wonder how they will react
To Mahjoor's songs of love.
I'd love to hear and shall wait,
And would listen with all my ears !
Poem # 24
suli gatsh bedaar guli bostaanay.....
It's
break of dawn, O flower in the garden,
Listen to the bulbul's impassioned song !
Wake up and open your wild eyes !
Listen to the bulbul's impassioned song !
The blackbird sings with full abandon,
The wild mynah chants your song of love,
O my beloved with sleepy eyes !
Many a cup has the yemberzal failled:
Be my guest, O bumble bee,
I'll lodge you in my eyes !
Though fully equipped for a splendid bloom,
Buds always value the gold of silence;
For words betray, and fragrance floats away !
Mark the poignance deep in the tunes
That song birds play on their instruments -
Tunes that have filled lovers with ecstasy.
O morning breeze, you alone know
The hidden soul of flowers !
How could you make them unfold their bloom ?
The goal is reached through sacrifice
And purity, like the ankle clings
With disinterest to the dancer's feet
Mahjoor, to know what a flower is,
Wait patiently, and hear him speak -
He has come with a message and a symbol.
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