Poem # 43
az roz saane dilbar
Sweetheart of mine
Stay here today !
The table is laid
And glasses filled
For you, my love.
Your lovely face
Has kindled love,
O, my Leila !
Guls display their robes
To tell the bulbuls
What love means.
Stay a while with me,
And hear the plaint
Of a virtuous beauty.
How would the flower know
The bulbul's agony
And the longing of love.
Age may wither
My love-lore feline,
But my love won't age.
With pure adoration,
The dew made for you
A garland of pearls.
I am destined
To bear separation,
And burn in fire.
All my adornment
With an endless wait
Is wasted away.
Along with Mahjoor,
As promised I dropped
All conventional ties.
Poem # 44
ha gulo tohi mea sa vuchvan .....
flowers, did you see my love ? O bulbuls,
Won't you help me find where he has gone ?
Seeking him among flowers, I asked the yemberzals
If he who had charmed me had now come to visit them.
The excited pomegranate blossoms flushed the garden red -
Their flaming colour a symbol of my new-born fire of love !
O come to me on the pretext of visiting flowers -
It won't be a lie, for you will make my garden bloom !
How would he know how I nursed love's agony ?
A love-lore heart lay languishing in silence !
I spent my life like the jessamine flower,
The slender branch never feeling my weight.
I always hoped he would come one day;
The hope remained, while my youth faded away !
I sold my love, obtaining sorrow in return -
That has been my story in the market of love !
Realizing the truth at last, broken-hearted Mahjoor
Says that his beloved never had any; compassion !