ranga ranga pholimuti vaari gul....
The garden is ablaze with
O bulbul, behold these flowers
In the assembled gorgeous
Yemberzal, rose, pomegranate blossom
And hyacinth - each magnificent!
What a lovely roll of colours!
The sensual lover dotes on colour -
The evanescent beauty of spring.
His friendship dies when the
bloom is gone.
Beauty's everlasting, the bulbuls say,
For splendid flowers of diverse
Are always seen in bloom.
Come to the garden early, and mark
Who helps keep flowers in
And makes them - bloom ere
break of dawn,
What keen expectancy fills the air?
The well-groomed beds and
That strain their eyes on
A drink of morning dew relieves
that's bowed with grief -
It's only the garden where
the sick get healed.
The morning breeze wafts abroad
Praise of the beauty self
Which fills all lovers with
One with music in his soul
Alone can diagnose pain,
And grade flowers in this
Mabjoor, your poems and speech must show you
Not as a florist, but as a
Then only can you claim flowers?