Poem # 55
mani manz ganeyam raay
your lithe grace maddens me - my heart
Brimming over with love and longing !
Your arch glance, O thief of love,
Makes me love you to distraction !
Who really has your heart - friends you feed
On promises, or those on whom you lavish your time ?
Some have sought retreat in distant nooks,
Some roam over every mountain range,
Seeking you, following your elusive shadow !
Leave this hostile place, my love, and settle down
Where you always ought to be - a village of friends !
The early breeze approached the flowers,
Feather-touched them in soft and shadowy waves,
Presenting your demand for love !
Mahjoor finds whole villages
Loud in praise of your beauty;
And the deep forests too, my love,
Are breathless in your praise !
Poem # 56
maara mati vaara vati laag
of Love, I surrender myself,
Body and soul to your will ! Show me
The right path, and sustain my failing courage !
The buds are amazed when they behold
Sunset fire and morning dew,
Black night and radiant flowering dawn.
Lightning struck my nest, high up
On the branch, setting it ablaze.
A fine illumination, the gardener thought !
Love's alchemy changed my dross into gold,
When its flames enveloped me from top to toe.
How false the fear my friends had fed me on !
How to one, whose mind is not awake,
Can winter and summer be different things ?
For what to him are feasts of flowers ?
The flower prides itself on beauty, and claims
Its fragrance, lovely Messes and its mole
Are a soothing balm for broken hearts.
Ephemeral, however, is his glory !
Death's harbingers, storm and decay,
Soon pursue him to an early grave.
The bulbul to the flower 'Superb is your beauty,
But for one defect - you don't have speech !
And no one survives here without this gift !'
Remember, life 's a queer blend of opposites -
Song and lamentation, bustle and haste,
Now dance, now clangorous din rending the air !
Bulbul, the householder, sees the flower,
His guest, arrive when day dawns, and depart
At dusk. He waits for the end of it all.
O Mahjoor, become the spring breeze
Moving towards the garden with slow steps,
And keep on waking up sleeping souls !