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Poem # 51
khosh rang khoshbo poshi vun
gulzaari mohabat........
-
Eternal are the bright hues and radiance
Of the garden of love,
And love's ethereal
resonance,
Unaided by voice or
instrument !
Look at the happy
camaraderie
Of flowers, each wearing a
crown,
Symbol of love's welcome
load,
Which I also sport from
birth !
Some flowers are ruined by
greed,
Thorns by the fire of
anger,
It's the devotee of love
alone
Who doesn't get destroyed.
Love and self interest
these days
Have got mixed like milk
and water -
So fine, perhaps, that
there's none
Who can separate the two.
Winds howling over the sea
of life
Leave a boat tossing on the
waves;
Love alone can help it
breast the storm,
And reach the distant
shore.
Intelligence may not help
You
Complete a task for years
But love will lend you
lightning speed
To see that it is through.
The parrot picks up tutored
speech
With his master's patient
toil,
But who in the forest is
there to teach
The wild mynah her songs of
love ?
Dogmas of religion sow
discord
Even between two brothers;
While words of love build a
bridge
Between two alien souls.
Lightning is not as swift
as love.
Remember, it was a mere
touch
Of love's effulgent
radiance
That made the universe
bright !
When the morning breeze
floated in
With the message of love,
All flower branches bowed
low,
Accepting the bond with
you.
My childhood friends may
not remain
With me all the way,
But love will ever abide by
me
Till I have reached the
goal.
The foolish flower hid his
heart,
And waited on the bough for
the highest bid,
Not knowing that it's the
heart seeks love,
And the gut a bulbul full
of love.
The greatest of all royal
durbars
Ever held in the world,
Was the one where the king
presented
The faqir with his royal
crown.
Why fear death, O Mahjoor ?
Death is only an ascension,
Like the dew ascends to
reach the sun -
Helped, of course, by love
!
Poem # 52
Vuzamal..........
(LIGHTNING)
-
Who clad your delicate frame in red,
O bright lightning, let me
gaze
At you, bewitching in your
splendour !
With equal thunder in town
and village,
You blazed over Ahrabal,
and down
Via Khanabal, showering the
nectar of love.
Your zigzag form, like wavy
hair
With plaits twirled all
over the golden curls,
Or like wild flowers on
sinuous stems !
Going to your husband's
home in the evening
With bridal dress of
sparkling starch,
You turned back soon to
rush to your father's !
When you peeped under the
curtain, we got a glimpse;
You too saw the whole world
at a glance,
And soon wrapped yourself
up again.
Which sage gave you the
secret truth
That the world isn't good
for spotless souls ?
O yemberzal, does that make
you keep away ?
O gorgeous shape, if the
world is evil,
Why do you often gaze at it
?
What desire draws you, O
masval ?
What does it mean, you
being attired
In red robes from top to
toe ?
Does it signify innocent
blood ?
Your precious torch flames
its light,
Now and again, to show the
path
To those who have lost
their way.
O blazing torch of the high
skies !
Whom does your light seek
so late at night,
Or you just love playing
hide-and-seek ?
Fate has played foul with
Mahjoor,
Giving him as comrades
total strangers,
Who mistake his pearls as
dust !
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