To the Departing Daughter
Making the house, the yard, the streets desolate,
To depart is the daughter’s perennial fate,
May upon your head overshadow benedictions,
To shield you against sufferings, thorns of hate,
And always taste you sweet fragrant pleasures,
The loosened tears become roses, soon or late.
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A Conflict
Deep darkness fears me at night,
Sable thoughts surround me tight,
Run I to the dark corners to escape,
Wrestle against inner self and fight,
The conflicting struggle continues,
Till I exhaust and lose the might,
The next day recovers me again,
And the night brings the same plight.
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The Black Dog
When I was mischievous and playful,
My dreadful uncle made me afraid of dog,
Soon I became horrid and pale,
My mother sheltered me in her lap,
Singing a lullaby lulled me asleep,
I felt flying over the forest,
Thick, dark and shadowy,
Landing into the deep steeps,
Chasing a black dog behind.
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O! Life What Happened To You
In the early days
It seemed as if Life
Held all bouquets,
Garlands and bracelets
For me to offer,
It revived fragrance and perfumes
In my inner-self.
But now for the last some days,
It seems as if Life standing at distance,
Shows me empty hands,
Keeps at me Her gaze,
And laughs at me mockingly.
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Destiny
O! Fortune-Teller,
Who inscribed consternation
In your eyes after reading,
The lines of my hands?
Tell me what tale you have read,
Tell me at least whatever the tale is
Whether there will be an end of it or not.
O! Fortune-Teller,
Tell me at least something
Whether there will be an end
Of the tale or not.
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Poetry
The Sacred Message from the Source,
Impinging upon the minds,
Sensitive, clear and delicate,
Transmitted into the lucid lines,
With the symphony and music of soul,
Tempered with the winged emotions,
Appealing to hearts rather than minds,
To raise black or opaque curtains,
Of life, universe and final truth.
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An Army Ensnares My Dream
A dream chases me,
I always seed the forests
Of olive in the dream,
So that the inhabitants
May breathe fresh air,
And could live natural length life.
A dream chases me,
And an army ensnares my dream;
Now my dream has begun
Peeping out of my eyes.
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
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An Imprisoned Fiction
The dreams and the roses,
The tears and the rivers,
The air and the waters,
All have mingled with one another.
It seems,
As if in the valley of my heart,
Beauteous dream has awakened,
The fiction flutters to be evoked,
The same fiction which since long,
Had been imprisoned,
Amid the lofty walls of thoughts.
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The End
The affair advanced,
In such a way,
He sent me a rose,
I opened the book,
Placed amid the leaves,
And kept it hidden
From all spying eyes.
At last it happened
There remained behind,
Nothing else except,
Some dried petals, and a little
Perceptible fragrance.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Hear Me!
Hear me!
I have to say you something,
“After spreading colours on my face,
Showing dreams to my eyes,
Touching with talks pulsation of my heart,
Filling my hem with a galaxy,
Overspreading my head with an Anchal of faith,
Become not disloyal to depart again.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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