Poem # 27
maaramati aawara karthas
Beloved, you drove me
But you could also save me now !
Come by surprise, and fill thirsty cups
With the wine of love.
My broken heart lies captive
In the garden of love.
Couldn't you spare an odd moment
Just to watch the fun ?
A beggar of love stands at your door,
Asking for your charity;
Wouldn't a few words from you shame
The world's choicest sweets ?
Your coming caused a frenzied bloom
In Nishat and Shalamar.
Cross the Dal again, O lover of flowers,
To set the whole lake in bloom !
See what present I've brought for you -
The pupils of my eyes !
Won't you accept them and use them
As gems to adorn your ear rings ?
I said: Beloved, you broke faith,
Reducing me to ashes.
He called me void of love,
For love wouldn't question faith !
Couldn't you have shown mercy,
When you stole my heart,
In not burning even the seat
Where my heart was lodged ?
Mahjoor's gazals play fresh tunes
On the harp of love.
You could read them to know to whom
He sings and what he says.
Poem # 28
malaala travith tsu saala yikhnaa.....
make garlands of flowers
And fill cups of wine for you,
For to think of you is ecstasy !
O, leave your frowns and come !
I hear you are at Zabarwan,
With your bow strung for game.
I'll row across from Naseem Bagh,
To offer my head for your aim.
The thrush and the lark sing of my grief
At being torn from you !
O. who will play you this symphony,
My sweetheart, when I'm gone ?
I bloomed in the forest as a Shravan jessamine,
Lying ever in wait for you !
You haven't seen my summer bloom;
I'll fade with the autumn wind !
You hid yourself, and wasted me.
Who whispered what to make you cold ?
But I'll pursue you as a mendicant,
Since I cannot stay away !
I collected my heart's blood crystals,
Preserved them all night long,
As remembrances and souvenirs
With which I shall adorn your collar.
I'll come out, not afraid
Of hostile talk and taunts,
And quite unabashed, tell every one
Whose love has consumed me thus.
Separation withered up the yemberzal,
But love has brought her back I
She will love you over again,
Offering her eyes at your feet !
Mahjoor pleads you come again,
Stay a while and talk to him.
He will play on royal harps
And sing new songs for you !