Just Bliss

If her kind attention’s blessed on my grave

How elevated and prominent be my grave

Terrifying wilderness and ardent patriotism

It hurts observing of a destitute homeless

The distressed sighs heave since evening

Heart’s burning of sorrow and suffering

Go to realize the frightful scene of dying

The lamp of life is trembling before dying

Reaction in lonely prisoners’ heart moving

Prisoners’ liberty appears to be bordering  

White hair, shaky hands holding wine cup

Indicating in anguish, of spring’s coming

To see sensual body movements of beloved

One might give away his life for his beloved

Cup bearer let not drop the last glass of wine

Someone will be hurt if drops glass of wine

The haunting souls of drunkards will hover

If drizzly springtime clouds remain to hover

What a sight to see the styles of her dresses

The alluring sight of thin subtle dresses

Pardon and don’t ask me of my past action

Failed to resist or control my heart’s passion

Don’t wish to part away ‘Yas’ from this world

It’s so inviting; the mortal garden of world

Yagana changezi

saaya agar nasīb ho dīvār-e-yār kā

kyā martaba buland ho apne mazār kā

vo dasht-e-haulnāk vo hubb-e-vatan kā josh

phir phir ke dekhnā vo kisī be-dayār kā

lau de rahī hai shaam se aaj āh-e-ātishīñ

shola bhaḌak rahā hai dil-e-dāġhdār kā

tasvīr-e-naza.a dekhnā chāho to dekh lo

rah rah ke jhilmilānā charāġh-e-mazār kā

par taulne lage phir asīrān-e-bad-nasīb

shāyad qarīb aa gayā mausam bahār kā

mū-e-safed kāñpte haath aur jām-e-mai

dikhlā rahe haiñ rañg ḳhizāñ meñ bahār kā

añgḌā.iyoñ ke saath kahīñ dam nikal na jaa.e

āsāñ nahīñ hai ranj uThānā ḳhumār kā

Yagana Changezi