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My beloved, don’t ask me for the love shared before

I assumed that life’s brilliant as long as you’re there

Thy gloom is there; why bother gloom of the world

Your beauty is sustenance of splendor of the world

There’s no reality of anything than your divine eyes

Should you be with me, fate would turn to elation

It occurs not, it was plainly my assumption

Countless of sufferings there besides love

Endless of delights there than lover’s reunion

Countless dark magic effects extended to eras

Draped in silk and velvet and brocade and satin

Vanity and timidity for sale hither and thither

Soaked in the dust and wet in blood hearts

Bodies suffering from of diseases and infection

The mucus flowing of ulcers and sore infection

 My eyes detain that sight too; what can I do

Thy loveliness is charismatic; but what to do

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مجھ سے پہلی سی محبت مری محبوب نہ مانگ

میں نے سمجھا تھا کہ تو ہے تو درخشاں ہے حیات

تیرا غم ہے تو غمِ دہر کا جھگڑا کیا ہے

تیری صورت سے ہے عالم میں بہاروں کو ثبات

تیری آنکھوں کے سوا دنیا میں رکھا کیا ہے؟

تو جو مل جائے تو تقدیر نگوں ہو جائے

یوں نہ تھا، میں نے فقط چاہا تھا یوں ہو جائے

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں محبت کے سوا

راحتیں اور بھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

ان گنت صدیوں کے تاریک بہیمانہ طلسم

ریشم و اطلس و کمخاب میں بُنوائے ہوئے

جابجا بکتے ہوئے کوچہ و بازار میں جسم

خاک میں لتھڑے ہوئے خون میں نہلائے ہوئے

جسم نکلے ہوئے امراض کے تنوروں سے

پیپ بہتی ہوئی گلتے ہوئے ناسوروں سے

لوٹ جاتی ہے ادھر کو بھی نظر کیا کیجے

اب بھی دلکش ہے ترا حسن مگر کیا کیجے

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں میں محبت کے سوا

راحتیں او ربھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

مجھ سے پہلی سی محبت مری محبوب نہ مانگ

– فیض احمد فیض

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I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

But, if I speak truth, chaos is created

It saves temporarily, if I lie, but its deceit

My heart dislikes both truth and deceit

I’m afraid of both, here and hereafter

I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

Go slowly; darkness moves away bit by bit

Search thy light within yourself bit by bit

Why people search for it outside their spirit

I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

Whoever is attained with truth from Deity?

He gains knowledge of his soul and his Deity

He is thus the blessed soul of shrine of peace

Once elevated is never broken down to pieces

I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

To be courteous is the very essential

A norm to which all follow is essential

Deity is in every human being we know

If He is in me; then why not in thou

Sometimes Deity is seen, at times hidden

I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

When Bullah Shah’s blessing is with me

Without him, there could none else be

His ignoring of me is anguish and pain

My vision’s unable to foresee that pain

I can’t defy saying what comes to my lips

……………….

baba bullah shah

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If wind asks my whereabouts!

Slowly then

Open every door

Of my silent home,

Saying; by all means;

 Come and see

I’m there in everything

In my home!

And all my thoughts

Are buried within me!

 

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Let’s create love——-

Look at the sky,

The secret holder of my beautiful memories;

How wrapped in starry veil

Oblivious to her in deep slumber,

And —-this moon

How peacefully resting on night’s bosom

Half dazed, look so serene and tranquil

Come—–

Let’s say, be it—!

And create love

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Wrapped in night’s covering

I,

Lay silently;

Sadness peeping through window,

A hazy dream dribbling in eyes

Lonesomeness moves in silence,

Sleep is restless of silence

And the Moon,

Tired of the setting around

Resting in the gray cloud…

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Chechnya

 On the corner of the lane

In ashen grim evening

The freezing wind stopped

For a moment—-

Glanced at the shivering children

Singing them the frosty lullaby

Covered them with snow quilt

And you!

You’re so weird

Call them snow-angels

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On the stairway of December

When winter wearily and slowly

Steps on the stairs of December

A figure wrapped in fog and

Lonesomeness,

asks a black stone to get up.

Why wait lie there

In gloominess and UN noticed.

Accept the truth that

No rain can wash the mayhem of

Misfortune

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