Khwaja Mir Dard Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

But this was not the practice ere you the trend.

Beside your gleaming face at night,

The taper stood bereft of glow.

I alone was in fact the topic of his prate.

But seeing me he feigned Such was not the case.''

Though man is not endowed with wings,

He has soared beyond the angles reach.

Not a single heart in the tavern to-day,

Could escape, O moralist your shattering knocks.

Why O friend take offence at Dard meeting you.

What use then our earthly pilgrimage?

My heart is such a crumpled bud,

None has ever seen it bloom.

Trouble, torture reproach disaster,

What all haven't I suffered in love?

The scars within have set me ablaze,

Alas you haven't seen this sight.

Your indifference has wrought my ruin,

You never never looked this way.

I was the veil that hid my love's face,

As I awoke the curtain arose.

Him I pursue day and night Dard,

The desire-nuturing heart is now with me no more.

The forms manifold will instantly dissolve,

If before the glass I breath: ''O God''

Judge me not O sheikh by my drenched hem,

Angels will ablution seek if wring my cloak.

Taper-like though I am a tongue from head to heel.

Yet I cannot dare to ope my lips for speech.

A mirror I am no doubt but so much out of grace,

That whoso I confront withdraws his face.

Short our span of life transient too the rose.

Wherefore should we harbor a love of hue and

scent?

This is my counsel Dard to the pious of the town,

Tis but my heart that can enfold Thy grace.

Not a trace of duality can your oneness brook,

How dare a mirror then look you in the face?

I am fallen so low like a footprint on earth,

None but the doom can lift me up.

Messenger go your way tis not your task

Who but my heart can His missive bring?

Never forget the Lord, O ye sluggard,

Rather forget yourself forget if you must.

What O Lord is this spell cast by reason and

sense?

Despite running hard and wide we couldn't

transcend the self.

Even the doom cannot shake him into sense,