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Poem # 73
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ban tse Jawhar rangi disbar
...
Let the
immanent soul dwell in you
Like light in a jewel, so that all barriers
Are removed that separate you from God.
You can't remain end eshed for ever
In the world of sinuous curls !
Emerge from this enveloping darkness
And locate the fountain head of beauty.
Better be a short-lived flower, radiating charm,
Than a lasting thorn in the garden of life.
How did the lonesome rain drop become a pearl ?
He plunged fearlessly from the clouds
Into the depths of the stormy sea.
Maybe, you've mastered the mystical truth;
But where is that bowl of your heart's blood
That you are supposed to drink ?
God has endowed man with two talents -
The ability to live in a hole like a worm,
Or soar like a winged bird.
The world admires you now for perfect wisdom
If you can win people's confidence,
And pass off glass beads as pearls !
The times have changed, for in the world
Of ever-growing competitor,
And science making inroads into faith,
All religions have lost their hold.
Remember, Mahjoor ! Now he alone
Will acquire eminence, who dedicates his life
To the fulfillment of his desires.
Poem # 74
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gulshan vatan chhu
sonuy.......
(A GARDEN IS OUR LAND)
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The
bulbul sings to the flowers:
'A garden is our land !'
The hyacinth says to the violet,
'Why are you hiding thus ?
Come down from the woods to the garden !'
A garden is our land !
Like walls of white marble,
The mountain peaks enclose
A sunny space of emerald green.
A garden is our land !
The early spring has come again
And camped on mountain heights,
And tulips blow in Shalamar.
A garden is our land !
The sweet gift of spring
To fountains, rivulets, streams
And waterfalls is music.
A garden is our land !
Colourful flowers bloom
In gardens and on hill and dale,
In forests, ravines and river banks.
A garden is our land !
Blossoms are everywhere
In orchards and on hills,
And drunken sings the bulbul:
A garden is our land !
Mahjoor, our motherland
Is the loveliest on earth !
Shall we not love her best ?
A garden is our land !
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