On Departure to Umrah
O! Fortunate fond friend,
Forgive us if we did offend.
We bid you farewell,
On the journey long,
With tears in the eyes,
And on the lips song.
Pray we all for your safety,
May God bestow you purity.
While going around the Pivot,
Remember us the sinners a lot.
Forget us not in the prayer,
For life bestows chances rare.
In front of the Tomb Green,
Meek is where a king or queen,
On our behalf scatter showers,
Of petals of tribute and flowers,
Saying, “Many wait for their turn,
Their souls pant and bodies burn.”
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The Trade of Loss
Had there been
Any day eventful,
And the evening
With the journey long,
And I would loose myself
In the thick forest,
To find the route again
Consume the span of years;
Then I would feel pricking
Of the disgruntled desire,
And feel stifling close,
If the air
Would become annoyed.
Had there been
An ocean of troubles,
And with the desire
To swim across,
I would loose several ages.
These all bits and pieces
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The Village Of Deceptions
The world O! Friend,
Is a village of deceptions,
No deference is observed
Behind the pardas.
This is the place where we meet
Losses but not the truth.
O! Friend speak caring least
The difference of ‘I’ and ‘You’,
Here marital pleasures
Of all are robbed off.
Do not press your tongue,
Between the teeth, for your silence
Holds a storm in it.
The world in itself without you,
Is nothing, proclaim aloud
That it has severed you
Only with the fever of love.
Written By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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O! Death Stop
O! Death stop, O! Time tarry, stay;
Enlarge the hours of night and day.
On the soft beach of poetry I stand,
The waves touch, caress the cold sand.
Bring they to me the colourful beads,
It is the time to fold the worldly deeds.
And to pick all the pearls scattered,
As the world seems to be shattered.
Allow me to join the beads in strings,
Let me replace with the fatal things;
That men carry them in their hands,
And straighten the entangled strands.
For I long to see humanity converse,
In a tongue but no other than verse.
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From Behind The Moon
On seeing
From behind the moon,
The lines drawn
On face of the earth,
Are invisible.
Boundaries,
Are the leaching eruptions
On belly of the Earth.
My eyesight goes through
A dismal pain,
On seeing wretched activities
In the world.
I am fortunate
Enough that I am alive,
But astonished how alive I am.
My tomorrow is in my hands,
And there lies,
An obligation of survival
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Desertedness
Unrecognizable are the days,
Neither does the sunrise,
Cast any spell,
Nor does the yonder descending star,
Sketch any image.
From the sky-kissing,
Rocky peaks of mountains,
To the soft soil of the earth,
Reigns, governs some icy-season,
The wing-folded birds are sitting,
Unprotected, exposed in the boughs.
And I in the patio of my home,
Though much indulged, yet sit
Deserted, desolate in mood.
Unrecognizable are the days,
Neither does the sunrise,
Cast any spell,
Nor does the yonder descending star,
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It Is Time To Come Into Senses
O! Friend these gallant eyes,
These pretty limbs of body,
This splendid structure,
On which the world is astonished.
Are ordained to be decomposed.
Here pain of love is shocking
No I but the whole world declares it so
O! Friend this love is nondescript
It always deprives one of crown and throne
On all sides around it rules.
O! Friend do not cherish frivolous hopes
No one gets flowers here but thorns
Do not run behind the shadows,
O! My friend.
It is time to come into senses.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Power of Gold
I claim not to be a true lover,
For I would not fetch down galaxies,
The planets or the heavenly moon,
From the sky to lay at your feet,
Neither would I build a house,
Of shining gold nor glaring glass,
Nor die down into the icy river,
As despised, dejected lovers do.
Though I have fragile fragments,
Of the broken heart to scatter,
Under your feet to tread upon,
To greet you in front of my cottage,
Yet I know wealth and gold,
Would avert your face to light,
The palace across my dwelling,
Leaving behind darkness and pangs.
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The Time Train
Moves and moves on the Time Train,
In the sun, storm and torrential rain;
Goes on all the time hooting, wailing,
With measured speed bogies trailing.
Some ascend while the others descend,
Who knows where a passenger is to rend.
Those who descend are heartily kissed,
Those who ascend are painfully missed;
The silent watering surging hazy eyes,
Say the departing partners good byes.
Bothers not the indifferent Time Train,
Whether one departs or meets again;
It goes on all the time hooting wailing,
With measured speed bogies trailing.
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You Are Fallen In Love
When the clouds move swaying to the desert,
The roses scent the air lacerating the rocks,
The grains of sand become a galaxy,
The moon becomes envious on seeing the earth,
The waterfalls engender melodies,
Wires of the heart throb on naming someone,
All dreams awake in the dormant eyes,
Autumn begins to converse with spring,
Dusk of the evening perches on the lashes,
Silence on the lips becomes a message,
The season of intimacies begins to linger,
Then you think you are fallen in love.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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