Poem # 57
saatha tsu khor
while, beloved, or make your steps
Soft and slow, so that you can be seen.
O leave that frown ! Just a kind look from you
Would heal all wounds and fulfil all desires.
Remember, I bore your shafts and nursed my wounds
In silence ! Come now as the healing balm !
Since you have a wealth of beauty, do you too,
Like all men of wealth, have a thirst for human blood ?
The Dal has supernal beauty with the lotus in bloom;
I'll moor by boat at Zeethyar; appear to me at Gopakar !
I don't need a rosary and wooden sandals on my feet,
For I seek you with my love. O, reveal yourself !
Don't follow men of shallow faith - mere sparks ! -
Offer your love to the lamp, if you seek enlightenment.
With jackals swarming into towns, tigers have sought
Sylvan retreat ! You too must leave this town now,
And surprise the meadow flowers.
Mahjoor is no savant; but at times He urge
Grips him to dabble in the mysteries of love !
Poem # 58
sar traavas paadan
light of my eyes as an ofering,
I'll prostrate myself at my beloved's feet,
And pour out my heart to him
O spring breeze ! I'd like to ask:
You brought full bloom to dried up lakes;
How could you forget my scalded heart ?
The flaming fire of love burns up
Impure lusts of the flesh, and the lover
Is free from the fetters of desire.
He played me false at the weir,
Leaving me floating in the middle of the river
A trapped and helpless scapegoat.
In a lovely boat - he's so fond of tours ! -
I'll take him to the Ahrabal fair,
With my cups brimming over with love.
I'll show him the Yusmarg meadows,
Spread a velvet carpet under his feet,
And make the larks of Nilanag sing for him.
Cascading tears from my eyes
Will put Nishat and Ahrabal into the shade !
What else do I have to boast of ?
On the banks of the Hakura stream,
At Sangarwan or Nagabal,
I'll gaze at him from the heights.
With shehnais playing down the bank of the
I'll steer my boat to Manasbal,
Where I'll remind him of his pledge.
He leaves me perplexed - which he always does
To put the blame on me ! - Is he now in
Enjoying~the breezes at Chadura spring ?
Should my love come to rest under Mahjoor's
With the soft breeze blowing from the Arigam
I'll spread jessamine under his feet !