Momin Khan Momin Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

mayn't recall.

The pledge that is to love till death you may or

mayn't recall.

Those new complaints, grumblings new those

delicious tales,

That getting cross without a cause you may or

mayn't recall.

If chanced we to get together, to reaffirm our faith,

How we complained of our unkind kin, you may or

mayn't recall.

If there was aught that annoyed your heart,

I always let it go unsaid you may or mayn't recall.

We too had once each other loved, and frequently

did meet.

We too were once intimate, you may or mayn't

recall.

Your getting cross on the union night, spurning all

my pleas.

Your insistent ''no'' to everything, you may or mayn't

recall.

Whom you counted as your friend faithful whom

you thought,

I am the same suffering Momin, you may or mayn't

With what a deadly beauty, Lord, I now have to

deal!

When the fragrant breeze from the garden blew,

Breezy memories of my friend set my heart abloom.

Henceforth I'd pray for separation from my love.

Prayer and dispensation are after all opposed.

Who is it I am waiting for even in the sleep of death.

At every sound of footfall I suddenly start awake.

Life itself expires in love's dear embrace,

Every gesture of my sweet has the assassin's

touch..

Ah what heat inheres in the fire of girt

Flames flare up from my grave with gust of

wind.

A hundred lives will I give to die such a death.

To see my love shedding tears, amidst my kith and

kin!

Mistaken, my frenzied hand is tugging at her tunic

Without a cause, without provocation.

Everywhere they have spread.

Stories of our furtive meets.

When are fabricating tales.

They didn't let my suit succeed.

And pressed their own claims instead.

Hearing rum ours of our love,

They have robbed us of our wits.

How did the people quite unasked,

Divulge my secrets to my love?

How strange! We are made to see.

The scenes we never saw before.

You never tried of saying ''Enough, enough!''

I stopped my tale half-way through wondering

What made her stop what she wished to say.

My tongue has turned dumb in love ears grown

deaf.

What a storm of calamities on the parting night!

Fagged out was my tongue, exclaiming ''Encore!''

Alas the night of union went by in vain.

While I kept repeating ''Tary, O faithless love.''

I only paused I haven't my sorrowful tale closed.

Whither dear me do you go?

Tell me not to dilate on the tyrannies of fate.

Crazy have I gone dwelling on this theme.

It's not apostasy, Momin when I invoke my idol!

''Go kill yourself and the pangs of parting escape,''

What he says is for my good though tis harshly

put.

Neither content with parting nor with union pleased.

My wretched hearts is ill-at-eases, whatever the

state.

How sweet to me your damning words! Let me

hear,

Bless ye: your expletives once again.

The rig ours of fate alone couldn't have wrought my

ruin.

A hundred other calamities preyed upon my heart.

Go there I cannot without going, I pine,

What to do? I know not, I am in a fix anyway.

Despotic beauties have drained my life away.

Does everyone in the world Momin live the way I