Poem # 59
kayo chhukh me travith
- Was the promise you now break just casual words,
- That you leave, dear friend, forsaking me ?
- My words of love might melt your heart,
- But my speech departs on meeting you !
- My love for you makes me waste away,
- But the love itself does not decay.
- Perhaps clouds of my cries have caught you fast
- That's why your face is bathed in sweat.
- With you as physician, death can't come,
- For the patient never recovers, dear friend !
- O how identical are thousands of flowers,
- But no two men are ever alike !
- Beauty never wore a face honest and whole,
- But ever like the wavering, reflected moon.
- When Mahjoor sees some lovely dame,
- Passion does not seize his heart.
Poem # 60
dil miyon raavaan raavaan
- Haunting memories of bygone days,
- And love songs ringing in my ears !
- My heart is all at sea.
- The flowers keep saying that nothing remains,
- We've to forget the old and ring in the new;
- But the unfeeling gardener just counts his flowers !
- The setting sun clothes heaven and earth
- In a blaze of beauty, wakes up the moon
- And the stars, lulling the flowers to sleep.
- The caravan of dew leaves the garden at dawn,
- With tears streaming down each eye.
- But why do they wake up the petals of flowers ?
- The flower folds his robes, one by one,
- Cleanses his delicate frame,
- And then lays it down to sleep.
- The bulbul came out in spring to test
- His love; enjoyed bed after bed of flowers,
- Till quite unnerved by the autumn wind.
- Mahjoor came with the wine of love,
- And kept serving it to all alike,
For it was a gift from heaven.