The Lamp And The Heart
The Lamp!
Was meant to light up the night,
Not the day!
Ah! But what happened?
The lamp blew out,
And the sun did not rise,
The heart began to burn.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Valiant
The valiant advance ahead with grace,
Prefer the death of honour to disgrace,
And they beautify the pages of history,
When waves of tyranny run and race.
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My Epitaph
Here lies helpless,
The unyielding Pride,
That neglected the Guide;
The chaser of lust,
The victim of blindness,
Lying mixed into dust,
Pleads for kindness.
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Forgetfulness
I have decided to forget you,
But
It is impossible to forsake you,
If I disown you,
I shall have to renounce life.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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An Old Belief
I shall write on my palm,
In the colour of henna
The same old belief
“Whatever it happens,
Men are never faithful.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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A Drop
Let me take vintage from the looks,
Blue, reddish and deep dreamy,
For transient is the taste of wine,
But a dropp sipped from the eyes,
Intoxicates quality of permanence.
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Go Not Empty Handed
O! High floating cloud,
Drifting to the arid farms,
Come back to me,
Take my tears along,
Hoarded for this day,
It is not upright
To go empty handed,
Take my tears along.
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A Chilled Soldier
Amid the snow clad mountains,
And cold valleys,
I beheld beside the frozen waterfall,
A chilled body of a soldier;
Even after his death, he pointed
His rifle at some unknown enemy.
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I Have To Say Something
I have to say something,
When you depart, go afar from me,
A dark shawl of depression
From somewhere,
Who knows, how befalls on my head.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By muhammad Shanazar
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Do Not Let Me Annoyed
Though
I rag you thousands of times,
And reconcile not thousands of times,
Yet
I plead, do not let me annoyed
If I become angry with you.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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