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Spring breeze is filled with flowers’ fragrance

Come love; let garden carry on its business

O friends! The birdcage is in plight

Ask the gentle wind to be a delight

Request the Lord to cherish my beloved

To speak of, and relish my beloved

Wish the dawn emerges from thy leer

And the dusk emits fragrance of thy hair

The heart isn’t affluent, but agony is bighearted

The dreary still be there to cheer you as bighearted

What anguish we went through is thereafter

Sundering night and tears adorn thy hereafter

I couldn’t resist my fervor in thy presence, love

I tied up shirt in a knot; tore collar to threads, love

No place fascinated Faiz on his way

Going away from his beloved’s home

To the gallows way


Gulon mein rang bhare baad-e-naubahaar chale
Chale bhi aao ke gulshan ka kaarobaar chale

Qafas udaas hai yaaro sabaa se kuchh to kaho
Kahin to bahr-e-khudaa aaj zikr-e-yaar chale

Kabhi to subah tere kunj-e-lab se ho aaghaaz
Kabhi to shab sar-e-kaakul se mushkbaar chale

Bara hai dard ka rishta yeh dil gharib sahi
Tumhare naam pe aaenge ghamguzaar chale

Jo hum pe guzri so guzri magar shab-e-hijraan
Hamaare ashk teri aaqibat sanwaar chale

Girah mein leke girebaan ka taat taar chale

Maqaam Faiz koi raah mein jacha hi nahin


Wish to cross all barriers in love’s madness

Wish to have control in love’s foolishness

Where I’ve drowned deep in ocean of love

I wish to ascend with same passion of love

She’s not happy with me, so I’m cheerless too

Even then wish to have a converse with her too

Our love heaven is been impassioned for long

Wishing to bond love’s delight to belong

To her style, self-respect and pride of love

Wish to bow down in admiration of love

With death comes blissful message of life

Wish to die such a delightful death in life

May the creation go on lively supremely?

Then would like to breathe a sigh briefly

Constantly commit slip-ups and sins Shakil

Wish to be salved after immoral deeds

SHAKEEL Badayuni

junūñ se guzarne ko jī chāhtā hai

hañsī zabt karne ko jī chāhtā hai

jahāñ ishq meñ Duub kar rah ga.e haiñ

vahīñ phir ubharne ko jī chāhtā hai

vo ham se ḳhafā haiñ ham un se ḳhafā haiñ

magar baat karne ko jī chāhtā hai

hai muddat se be-rañg naqsh-e-mohabbat

koī rañg bharne ko jī chāhtā hai

ba-īñ ḳhud-sarī vo ġhurūr-e-mohabbat

unheñ sajda karne ko jī chāhtā hai

qazā muzhda-e-zindagī le ke aa.e

kuchh is tarah marne ko jī chāhtā hai

nizām-e-do-ālam kī ho ḳhair yā-rab

phir ik aah karne ko jī chāhtā hai

gunāh-e-mukarrar ‘shakīl’ allāh allāh

bigaḌ kar sañvarne ko jī chāhtā hai




She spoke to me! Good heavens, O Allah!

What luck; what a chance, O Allah!

She the alluring and her scented tresses

What alluring and absorbing ambiance

Stirring radiant charm of her loveliness

The wonder of her allure is relentless

Fearful disorder is streaming of tears

Peaceful flow of uncontrollable tears

Hardly any moments of night reunion

Countless desires, anxious for reunion

To be speechless and holdback words

Delight of seeing her need no words


vo mujh se hue ham-kalām allāh allāh

kahāñ maiñ kahāñ ye maqām allāh allāh

ye rū-e-daraḳhshāñ ye zulfoñ ke saa.e

ye hañgāma-e-sub.h-o-shām allāh allāh

ye jalvoñ kī tābāniyoñ kā tasalsul

ye zauq-e-nazar kā davām allāh allāh

vo sahmā huā āñsuoñ kā talātum

vo āb-e-ravāñ be-ḳhirām allāh allāh

shab-e-vasl kī sā.ateñ muḳhtasar sī

tamannāoñ kā izhdihām allāh allāh

vo zabt-e-suḳhan meñ laboñ kī ḳhamoshī

nazar kā vo lutf-e-kalām allāh allāh



My cordial yearning is inviting you

Wish making life worthy, I invite you

When you come; delight follows you

I wish to relish life and smile like you

I’m fully gripped in thy charm and love

Thus I wish to enlighten you of my love

Wish to be listening to all about you

Wish to share all about self with you


tumhare bulane ko ji chahta hai,

muqaddar banane ko ji chahta hai,

jo tum aao, to sath khushiya bhi aaye,

mera muskurane ko, ji chahta hai,

tumhari mohabbat me, khoyi huyi hu,

tumhe ye batane ko, ji chahta hai,

ye ji chahta hai ke tumhari bhi sun lu,

khud apni sunane ko ji chahta hai,

muqaddar banane ko ji chahta hai,

tumhare bulane ko



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No delight in happiness; no gloom in gloominess

Weird in realm, merely lost in thy remembrance

Neither engaged in own-self nor fascinated around

I’m ecstatic, adore you, and your remembrance

Ask the stars about my life’s deeds and policies

I keep awake at night and think of thy fantasies

What does anyone or the world around know?

Nothing matters for me around; but only you

The world is waiting for a downhearted song

Bahzad is inaudibly absorbed in beloved’s gong

Ab hai khushi khusi mein na gham hai malaal mein
Duniya se kho gaya hoon tumhaare khayaal mein

Mujh ko na apna hosh na duniya ka hosh hai
baitha hoon mast ho k tumhare khayaal mein

Taron se pooch lo meri rudaad-e-zindagi
Raton ko jaagta hoon tumhaare khayaal mein

Duniya ko ilm kya hai zamaane ko kya khabar
Duniya bhula chukaa hoon tumhare khayaal mein

Duniya khadi hai muntazir-e-naghma-e-alam
‘Behzad’ chup khade hain kisi ke khayal mein

~ Hazrat Behzad Lakhnawi



Blooming buds or May it be gale or you

There be sound in night’s silence though

Body emits a fresh dewy blossom’s scent

As someone left, leaving behind her scent

Speak softly! The world’s all ears to hear

Come closer, someone may not be all ears

Beaming blushing and the same elegance

As if you met me earlier in same elegance

Heart beats in night’s silence seems a bawl

Someone’s banging his head against a wall

How can anyone know what you’re for me?

You are my esteem, my light and my delight

Searching my love in your eyes’ reflection

As though thy heart beats boom my passion

That much ignorance in love isn’t good dear

What if I also ignore you like you; my dear

I twinkle in sand particles as stars you know

If you ever descend from heavens you know

Pandit Hari Chand Akhtar Hoshyarpuri

کلّیوں کا تبسّم ہو، کہ تم ہو، کہ صَبا ہو

اِس رات کے سنّاٹے میں، کوئی تو صدا ہو

یُوں جسم مہکتا ہے ہَوائے گُلِ تر سے !

جیسے کوئی پہلوُ سے ابھی اُٹھ کے گیا ہو

دُنیا ہَمہ تن گوش ہے، آہستہ سے بولو

کچھ اور قریب آؤ ، کوئی سُن نہ رہا ہو

یہ رنگ، یہ اندازِ نوازش تو وہی ہے

شاید کہ کہیں پہلے بھی توُ مجھ سے مِلا ہو

یوں رات کو ہوتا ہے گُماں دِل کی صدا پر

جیسے کوئی دِیوار سے سر پھوڑ رہا ہو

دُنیا کو خبر کیا ہے مِرے ذوقِ نظر کی

تم میرے لیے رنگ ہو، خوشبو ہو، ضیا ہو

یُوں تیری نِگاہوں میں اثر ڈُھونڈ رہا ہُوں

جیسے کہ تجھے دِل کے دَھڑکنے کا پتا ہو

اِس درجہ محبّت میں تغافل نہیں اچھّا

ہم بھی جو کبھی تم سے گُریزاں ہوں تو کیا ہو

ہم خاک کے ذرّوں میں ہیں اختر بھی، گُہر بھی

تم بامِ فلک سے، کبھی اُترو تو پتا ہو

پنڈت ہری چند اختر ہوشیارپوری


Wish I was your beautiful hand’s bracelet
Thou would wear me with utter delight,
In your delicate, beautiful dainty wrist;
Touchily absorbed in moments
Of solitude; dangling me, you
Enriched me with thy fragrant hand;
If hugged me in your cheerful mood
I may joie de vivre with thy lips’ heat;
While floating in lovable dreamland,
You rested on your soft silky arms,
I spoke silent words in your ears and
Fondled your cheeks, and the silken hair
At any time you unfastened your attire
Was dazed to see your alluring figure
Your touch and love keep me spellbound
Captivated in the trance of thy fragrant soul
I may always dangle in your lovely hand
This vague relation may keep us together
Wish I was your beautiful hand’s bracelet

Wasi Shah
Kash Main Tere Haseen Haath Ka Kangan Hota
Tu Bare Piyar Say Chaao Sey Bare Maan Ke Sath
Apni Nazuk Si Kalaai Mein Charhati Mujh Ko
Aur Bay Taabi Say Furqat Ke Khizaan Lamhom Mein
Tu Kisi Soch Mein Dobi Jo Ghomati Mujh Ko
Main Tere Hath Ki Khushboo Say Mehak sa Jata
Jab Kabhi Mood Mein Aa Kar Mujhe Choma Karti
Tere Hontoon Ki main Hidat Say Dehak Sa Jata
Raat Ko Jab Bhi Tu Neendon Ke Safar Par Jati
Mar-Marein Hath Ka Takiya Banaya Karti
Main Tere Kan Say Lag Kar Kai Batein Karta
Teri Zulfon ko Tere Gaal Ko Choma Karta
Jab bhi tu band-e-qaba kholne lagti janan
Apni ankhon ko tere husan se khaira karta
Mujh Ko Bey Taab Sa Rakhta Teri Chahat Ka Nasha
Main Teri Rooh Ke Gulshan Mein Meehakta Rehta
Main Tere Jism Ke Aangan Mein Khanakta rehta
Kuch Nahi To Yahi Be Naam Sa Bhandhan Hota
Kash Main Tere Haseen Haath Ka Kanghan

Poetry: Wasi Shah
Translation: Tanveer Rauf


Love is akin to a bird

When dwells in any heart

It never leaves the heart

Inhabits of lasting delight

Breathes life in the heart


Should I see you, think of you, or simply write about you?

I just can’t think of what to write concerning you,

Do I write the effect your heart has through my eyes,

Or a poem, a sonnet, or a melodic song,

The rains sprays, breeze scented with floral blossoms,

The atmosphere allures if I write words for you,

Lightning and thunder rumble all over the clouds,

Should I write about thunder, lightning and dark clouds?

If you raise your eyes, my delight rises, Anwar

If you unfasten your hair, I’ll write about the black clouds

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Aliza loves eggs. Eggs in custard, in ice-cream, omelet, boiled, scrambled, fried, half fried or in soups they fascinate her. She is so fond of eggs that she even, dreams of eggs.  No matter how hot the weather, Aliza would and must have eggs in any form in breakfast. If by chance there was no egg in home. She would just refuse to eat anything. So all her sister brother and parents made sure to have eggs in refrigerator.

She feels too excited to see painted eggs in Easter.  My friend paints eggs especially for Aliza to gift her on her birthday. Her room is full of painted eggs.

Aliza is my granddaughter.  She is such an adorable child. Being the youngest of my grandchildren she gets what she asks for anytime. So she wanted to keep a hen so it can lay eggs for Aliza only.

My son bought a chick for her.  It was the most valuable treasure for Aliza. She took care of the chick like a mother. No one in the house was allowed to play with the chick unless Aliza wished. A special cage was made for the chick. Aliza named it, The Chick Home.

The lucky chick was so well looked after and fed so much that it grew bigger every day.  Every one enjoyed to see Aliza happy with the chick. Aliza called it Chu Chu Chick.

One day when my son was cleaning the chick’s cage, he saw a tiny egg there. He called Aliza to show her the egg. When she saw it she screamed out of joy and kept jumping here and there. She’s only four years old child. She thought that the chick laid egg for her only as it very small in size.

it was a pleasure for us all to see her delight.  She refused to eat that egg as it is the first egg of her hen. Small joys are like fireflies. We should enjoy and be thankful for this blessing. Otherwise to wait for big occasions or festivals is good but to enjoy any moment that we get in the era of fretfulness, fear and anxiety is worth.


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