“Boys out there by the western creeks,
Who hurry away from school,
To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,
Or dive in the shaded pool”
O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;
It flows for rich and poor the same.
Then go thy way, remembering still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in his name.
The Din that had built the foundation of love
Which emptied the world of all hatred and spite
Which made warring strangers as gentle as doves
From every Quom drew out the poison of hate
Arabs, Ethiops, Tajiks, Dailamites and Turks
Mixed like milk and sugar, their unity worked.
Ishq fana ka naam hai ishq mein zindagi na dekh
jalva-e-aftab ban zarre mein roshani na dekh
shauq ko rahnuma bana jo ho chuka kabhi na dekh
aag dabi hui nikal aag bujhi hui na dekh
tujh ko khuda ka vasta tu meri zindagi na dekh
jis ke sahar bhi sham ho us ke siyah shavi na dekh
Is it the child of moon
Is it a beautiful lot of flower
Is it the honey filled in the flower
Or is it the moon-light of a full-moon-night
Iron Pillar Delhi-
arms flung round it
she grins
If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Anxieties yield
at a negative rate,
increasing in smallness
the longer they wait.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
You were with me into a rose garden among the roses.
I was once looking at roses and then at you.
I said to God with relief, 'Thanks God,
you have created my Lorena more beautiful.'
