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Alluring evening and lovely ambiance

Is absorbed in thy attire’s fragrance!

And my stimulating heavenly dream

Is just a number of moments’ stream!

A star will rise in a while on the horizon

Will remind you from the sky and horizon

Of some undo chore, old memory, a tale

Echo of a memory, a dream, untold tale

We ought to have met somewhere

In the land of appealing dreams

Or in good realm of time’s theme

In skies, on some land, in heavens

We ought to have met therein

…………………………….

yay haseen shaam apni

abhi jiss meiN ghul rahi hai

teray parahan kee khushboo

abhi jiss meiN khil rahay heiN

meray khawab kay shagoofay

zera dair ka hai manzar

zera dair meiN ufq par

khilay ga koi sitaara

teri simt daik kar woh

karay ga koi ishara

teray dil ko aayay ga phir

kissi yaad ka bullawa

koi qissa-ay judaaee, koi kaar-ay naamukamal

koi khawab-ay naa shagufta, koi baat kehnay wali

humeiN chaahiyay tha milna

kissi ahad-ay mehrbaaN meiN

kissi khawab kay yaqeeN meiN

kissi aur aasmaaN par

kissi aur sarzameeN meiN

humeiN chahiyay tha milna…

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Our relation has spread all over in ambiance

He treated me chivalrously like I’m fragrance

How can I speak out that he has deserted me

It is but true! It’s disgraceful for pride and me

Whenever deserted and went away from me

What I regard as; he always came back to me

May you be over the moon and calm forever!

May you not undergo loneliness like me, ever!

When he put his hand on my searing forehead

I felt my soul in peace by his touch on forehead

Body aches even now in monsoon rain at night

The longing to stretch out self is more at night
…………………………………………………………

PERVEEN SHAKIR
kū-ba-kū phail ga.ī baat shanāsā.ī kī

us ne ḳhushbū kī tarah merī pazīrā.ī kī

kaise kah duuñ ki mujhe chhoḌ diyā hai us ne

baat to sach hai magar baat hai rusvā.ī kī

vo kahīñ bhī gayā lauTā to mire paas aayā

bas yahī baat hai achchhī mire harjā.ī kī

terā pahlū tire dil kī tarah ābād rahe

tujh pe guzre na qayāmat shab-e-tanhā.ī kī

us ne jaltī huī peshānī pe jab haath rakhā

ruuh tak aa ga.ī tāsīr masīhā.ī kī

ab bhī barsāt kī rātoñ meñ badan TūTtā hai

jaag uThtī haiñ ajab ḳhvāhisheñ añgḌā.ī kī

 

Through his open eyes, a dream peeps

Is he awake? Or is he somewhat asleep

Though in wetly forest of thy fondness

Like a peacock my body heartily dances

Why won’t he know me in any condition?

Although he knows all of my situations

However I’m in his reach now right away

Yet he wishes my will to be with anyway

He’s lost in someone’s remembrance

Makes excuses to dodge me thence

Have to walk leaving boulevard away

As my home is on the muddy pathway

…………………………..

khulī āñkhoñ meñ sapnā jhāñktā hai

vo soyā hai ki kuchh kuchh jāgtā hai

tirī chāhat ke bhīge jañgaloñ meñ

mirā tan mor ban kar nāchtā hai

mujhe har kaifiyat meñ kyuuñ na samjhe

vo mere sab havāle jāntā hai

maiñ us kī dastaras meñ huuñ magar vo

mujhe merī razā se māñgtā hai

kisī ke dhyān meñ Duubā huā dil

bahāne se mujhe bhī Tāltā hai

saḌak ko chhoḌ kar chalnā paḌegā

ki mere ghar kā kachchā rāsta hai

 

Perveen Shakir

 

 

 

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Don’t stop me to spread around, I’m fragrance

Don’t try collect me, if lost around in ambiance

I shudder whenever I think about, in aloofness

My expressions may not unveil your appellation

Just as my keen dreams shattered heartlessly

No other would ever broke like me heartlessly

I fear the day when it’s banned and restricted

To keep flowers in books in one’s remembrance

He never passes through this pathway since long

Why to peep through the door to see his glimpse

No sound, no sign, no word, nothing is perceived

My heart’s forlorn and lonely; anyone’s celebrated

عکسِ خوشبو ھوں بکھرنے سے نہ روکے کوئی
اور بکھر جاؤں تو مجھ کو نہ سمیٹے کوئی
کانپ اُٹھتی ھوں میں یہ سوچ کے تنہائی میں
میرے چہرے پہ تیرا نام نہ پڑھ لے کوئی
جس طرح میرے خواب ھوئے ریزہ ریزہ
اس طرح ٹوٹ کے نہ بکھرے کوئی
میں تو اس دن سے ہراساں ھوں کہ جب حکم ملے
خشک پھولوں کو کتابوں میں نہ رکھے کوئی
اب تو اس راہ سے وہ شخص گزرتا ھی نہیں
اب کس امید پہ دروازے سے جھانکے کوئی
کوئی آہٹ کوئی آواز، کوئی چاپ نہیں
دل کی گلیاں بڑی سنسان ھیں آئے کوئی

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Dreams peep through his open eyes

Is he awake? Or is he half asleep,

In wetly forest of thy fondness;

My body dances, just like a peacock!

Why won’t he recognize me in any state?

He’s aware of my stance right through;

Though I’m in his reach, however, he

Considers my desire to get together

 Perveen Shakir

 

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 My sleep is disturbed; why would you fret?

Wind knocked the doors; you’ve not to fret,

You sail with gentle windy waves and enjoy,

My stimulus cast off; so why would you fret?

Cling to and guide others; you’ve not to fret;

If forget my own home, why would you fret?

How does rainfall decide where to shower?

No pearl shaped in oyster, why would you fret?

Rival may get me as booty; why you fret?

When you have given in, why would you fret?

You fixed the tents in desert when got tired,

If one travels all alone; why would you fret?

 

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Oblivious eyes

Speckled hair

Shabby attire

Heartbroken being

Used to follow me like a shadow 

If ever met me anywhere

Turned away, uneasily

looked intently at me from distant!


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