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Poem # 39
laala miyon manz shaalamaaran ...
My beloved may be with his friends
In shalamar, showering his radiance
On lawns and waterfalls.
I'd pour out my heart but dare not,
For as he ever does, he may twist my words
As subtle hints to prove that I am false.
Superb artist ! I found him resting
At a spring of pearls -
Perhaps he was threading them for belles
As beautiful as pearls !
Love's clear call rings in the woods,
Reverberates in hill and dale;
Perhaps it's the same call that makes
The streams and rivulets roar.
Vernal green fills the world;
All flowers are in bloom,
May be, Spring has also made
The flower in my garden bloom.
Lulling me to sleep, he left,
Perhaps to roam in the hills,
Maybe he is, like the moon,
Studding the stars with gems.
I roamed in many a market,
And asked all the merchants
If love was on display there
An an article for sale.
Great anxiety fills the hearts
Of yemberzal and hyacinth
That the lover of flowers may be now
In dalliance with roses !
Mahjoor's heart is always full
Of the lofty flights of love.
And maybe it's the fire of love
That has burnt his house and home!
Poem # 40
sangar maalan pyev praagaash....
Black night has-ended, and day has dawned ! -
See light has kissed all mountain peaks,
And the tulip is all aglow.
Hawks can't escape from the garden's slingers !
O bulbul, shed fear and plume your wings.
From now on, your faith will rule.
Flower bushes bear autumn's havoc, knowing
That spring will surely come and probe !
He alone survives who faces ordeals.
The gardener always prunes those trees
Who start growing out of size.
Thus watch your thoughts at every step !
The tulips will blaze the torch of love,
Irradiating heaven with that light.
While yemberzal pours out the wine of dew.
The sunflower has arranged her plates
With gold coins from love's firmament.
The tulip with his incense wishes him joy.
Look for the naming in Mahjoor's symbols.
Explaining them will profane the truth !
The wise will listen, the fools evade.
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