Khwaja Mir Dard Ghazal And Poem English - Page 2

Have you ever cared even to think of me?

Verdure and bloom have nothing to do with the joy

within,

That place is garden or grove, which gladdens the

heart.

Whose inebriate eye has feted the festive souls?

Every cup, bubble-like, bare-headed stands in

shame.

It kept on burning throughout the night,

What stuff is my heart? A taper, a lamp, a flame?

Tell me, O faithless love, where should ye be

sought?

Trackless thou art, like the bygone days.

Exempt me from a stroll in the vernal grove,

What, alas, we came to do, what achieved in life?

Is it life, or a tempest wild?

Such a life is a living death.

What liaison can we have with flowers?

One moment we come, O breeze, the nest we depart.

Enough have I seen of this earthly show,

Prosper thou here my friends, I depart for home.

No use consuming your heart in grief

Unless you can melt his heart?

Taper-like was our life on this earthly stage,

With moistened eyes here we came, with drenched

hem depart.

To seek Him outside of himself,

Lo. the Sheikh is setting out from home.

Alone had I come to the world,

Have had our turn and go.

All things here are changing, perishing,

Whirl the cup around, saqi, as long as you can.

Do ou know, O Dard, all these folks,

Of you alone I talk, while I have a tongue.

God knows how it all may end,

Impatient am I, intemperate he.

For you alone I yearn, if yearn at all,

You are my desire, if harbor one.

Much have I traveled in the garden of this world,

Peerless is the flower of friendship in its scent and

hue,

A blessing is the sense of sight, the sight of friends

a boon,

You and I will cease to be, once our eyes are shut.

Who else, O Dard, should my eyes accost?