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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Hindustani Lyrics, by Various
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+Title: Hindustani Lyrics
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+Author: Various
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+Translator: Inayat Khan and Jessie Westbrook
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+Release Date: February 7, 2006 [EBook #17711]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HINDUSTANI LYRICS ***
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+Produced by Ron Swanson
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+
+<a name="portrait"></a>
+<center><img width="80%" src="images/zafar.jpg" alt="Zafar"></center>
+<br>
+<center>ZAFAR.</center>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><img width="60%" src="images/pattern.jpg" alt="pattern"></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h1>HINDUSTANI LYRICS</h1>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>RENDERED FROM THE URDU</h3>
+<h4>BY</h4>
+<h2>INAYAT KHAN</h2>
+<h4>AND</h4>
+<h2>JESSIE DUNCAN WESTBROOK</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+
+
+<center><i>Sufism is the Religious Philosophy of Love, Harmony, and Beauty</i></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+
+
+<center>LONDON:<br>
+T<small>HE</small> S<small>UFI</small> P<small>UBLISHING</small> S<small>OCIETY</small>, L<small>TD</small>.,<br>
+86, L<small>ADBROKE</small> R<small>OAD</small>, L<small>ONDON</small>, W. 11.</center>
+<br>
+<center><i>All rights reserved.</i><br>
+1919</center>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>CONTENTS.</h3>
+
+<p><a href="#portrait">P<small>ORTRAIT OF</small> Z<small>AFAR</small></a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#foreward">F<small>OREWORD</small></a></p>
+
+<p>U<small>RDU</small> L<small>YRICS</small>:&mdash;<br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#abru">A<small>BRU</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#amir">A<small>MIR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#asif">A<small>SIF</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#dagh">D<small>AGH</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#fighan">F<small>IGHAN</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#ghalib">G<small>HALIB</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#hali">H<small>ALI</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#hasan">H<small>ASAN</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#insha">I<small>NSHA</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#jurat">J<small>URAT</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mir">M<small>IR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mirsoz">M<small>IR</small> S<small>OZ</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mirtaqi">M<small>IR</small> T<small>AQI</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#momin">M<small>OMIN</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mushafi">M<small>USHAFI</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#muztar">M<small>UZTAR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#nasikh">N<small>ASIKH</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#sauda">S<small>AUDA</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#shamshad">S<small>HAMSHAD</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#taban">T<small>ABAN</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#wali">W<small>ALI</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#yakrang">Y<small>AKRANG</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#zafar">Z<small>AFAR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#zahir">Z<small>AHIR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#zauq">Z<small>AUQ</small></a><br><br>
+
+F<small>RAGMENTS</small>:&mdash;<br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#arzu">A<small>RZU</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#ghalib2">G<small>HALIB</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#hatim">H<small>ATIM</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mazhar">M<small>AZHAR</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mirdard">M<small>IR</small> D<small>ARD</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mirsoz2">M<small>IR</small> S<small>OZ</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#mirtaqi2">M<small>IR</small> T<small>AQI</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#sauda2">S<small>AUDA</small></a><br><br>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#taban2">T<small>ABAN</small></a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#glossary">G<small>LOSSARY</small></a></p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h3><a name="foreward">FOREWORD.</a></h3></div>
+
+
+<p>Of the many languages of India, Urdu (Hindustani) is the most widely
+known, especially in Upper India. Both as a written and a spoken
+language it has a reputation throughout Asia for elegance and
+expressiveness. Until the time of Muhammad Shah, Indian poetry was
+written in Persian. But that monarch, who mounted the throne of Delhi
+in 1719, greatly desired to make Urdu the vogue, and under his patronage
+and approval, Hatim, one of his ministers, and Wali of the Deccan,
+wrote Diwans in Urdu. This patronage of poets was continued by his
+successors, and exists indeed to the present day; and the cultivation
+of Urdu poetry has always been encouraged at the many Courts of India.
+Some of the Indian Rulers are themselves poets, and find their duty
+and pleasure in rewarding with gifts and pensions the literary men
+whose works they admire. The Court of Hyderabad has for long had a
+circle of poets: the late Nizam was himself eminent as a writer of
+verse. The Maharaja-Gaekwar of Baroda is a generous patron of literary
+men, and the present Rulers of lesser States such as Patiala, Nabha,
+Tonk, and Rampur, are deeply interested in the cultivation of poetry
+in their Dominions.</p>
+
+<p>In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries many towns in India had
+extensive and flourishing literary coteries, and it is from the poets
+Of that period that this handful of verses is gathered. The Mushaira&mdash;a
+poetical concourse, wherein rival poets meet to try their skill in
+a tournament of verse&mdash;is still an institution in India. Delhi, Agra,
+Lucknow, Lahore, Cawnpore, Allahabad, Benares, Calcutta, and
+Hyderabad, have all been, and some still are, nests of singing birds.
+Of the extent of Urdu literature some idea may be gained from the fact
+that a History of it written about 1870 gives the names of some three
+thousand authors, and that Tazkiras or anthologies containing
+selections from many poets are very numerous.</p>
+
+<p>The poetry is very varied and of great interest. It includes moral
+verses and counsels, sometimes in intermingled verse and prose; heroic
+poems telling the old tales of the loves of Khusru and Shirin, of Yusuf
+and Zuleika, of Majnun and Leila, and the romances of chivalry; elegies
+on the deaths of Hasan and Hussein, and of various monarchs; devotional
+poems in praise of Muhammad and the Imams; eulogies of the reigning
+Ruler or other patron or protector of the poor; satires upon men and
+institutions, sometimes upon Nature herself, specially upon such
+phenomena as heat, cold, inundations and pestilence; descriptive verse
+relating to the seasons and the months, the flowers and the trees.
+Above all there is a great wealth of love poetry, both secular and
+mystic, where, in impassioned ghazals or odes, the union of man with
+God is celebrated under various allegories, as the bee and the lotus,
+the nightingale and the rose, the moth and the flame.</p>
+
+<p>Most of the poets represented in this book write as Sufis, or Muslim
+mystics, and scoff at the unenlightened orthodox. For them God is in
+all and through all, to be worshipped equally in the Kaaba and in the
+Temple of the Idols, or too great to be adored adequately through the
+ritual of any creed. He is symbolized as the beautiful and cruel Beloved,
+difficult to find, withdrawn behind the veil, inspiring and demanding
+all worship and devotion. The Lover is the Madman, derided by the
+unsympathetic crowd, but happy in his ecstatic despair. He drinks the
+wine of love and is filled with a divine intoxication. For him this
+world is Maya&mdash;illusion, and the true life is that which is unmanifest.
+He finds no abiding place in this mortal caravan-serai, this shifting
+House of Mirrors; for his Soul is ever passing forward on the high
+Quest. Knowledge and skill are as dust, and self as nothing, compared
+with the Love that goads and urges him on.</p>
+
+<p>As a language, Urdu has a most composite ancestry, and comprises
+elements derived from the original languages of India, from Sanskrit,
+the tongue of the Aryan invaders, from Persian, from Turkish, from
+Kurdish and other Tartar tongues, from Arabic, even from Egyptian and
+Abyssinian; and later from such very foreign sources as Portuguese,
+Dutch, French, and English. The political phases through which India
+has successively passed have left their record in this hybrid character
+of the language. The process of its evolution really began long before
+the Christian era, when Sanskrit&mdash;the language of the Aryan
+conquerors&mdash;began to commingle with the languages of the peoples in
+Upper India, or Hindustan. From this union came the prakrits, or
+vernaculars. The one which at the time of the Buddha was current in
+Magadha&mdash;parts of the present British Behar and Orissa and the United
+Provinces of Agra and Oudh&mdash;was known as Magdhi, and the message
+delivered by the great Teacher was recorded in that vernacular. This
+spread rapidly with the growth of Buddhism, and became the court and
+official language of a large part of Upper India. The language which
+was developed in the north and north-west was called at first by the
+simple name Bhasha (Bhakha), which means the usual tongue, but later
+took the name of Hindi, and is written in the Sanskrit (Deva-nagari)
+character.</p>
+
+<p>At the beginning of the eighth century the Muslims appeared as
+conquerors in India. Mahmoud of Ghuzni, about 1,000 A.D., won great
+victories, and from that time Bhasha began to be modified in the towns.
+Four centuries later Tamerlane of the Mogul race entered India and
+took Delhi, laying the foundation of the Empire definitely established
+by Babar in the beginning of the sixteenth century. Hindi became
+saturated with Persian, itself already laden with many Arab words
+introduced through conquest and religion. The market of the army was
+established round Delhi, and bore the Tartar name of Urdu, which means
+horde or army, and thus, camp. It was especially at Delhi, after its
+rebuilding by Shah Jehan and its growth into the metropolis and
+literary and commercial and military centre, that the hybrid tongue
+took definite shape; it was named Zaban-i-urdu (literally, the
+language of the army) or simply Urdu, and was written in the Persian
+character. Even in its infancy it manifested a wealth of poetic
+inspiration derived from its varied ancestry.</p>
+
+<p>The poets from whose work the lyrics in this book have been selected
+were mostly writers of voluminous Diwans, and they occupied various
+and diverse stations in life. Some were Rulers, some soldiers, some
+darweshes (devotees), some men of letters only. The name given is in
+each case the takhallus (pen-name); each has some special significance,
+as Sauda, the folly of love, Momin, the believer, Zafar, the
+victorious; and frequently this name is introduced, by way of signature,
+into the closing stanza of a poem.</p>
+
+<p>ABRU: born at Lucknow, lived at Delhi, was a darwesh of the Order of
+Kalenders, and wrote an Urdu Diwan much appreciated for the ingenious
+allegories in which it abounds.</p>
+
+<p>AMIR: Amir Minai of Rampur, one of the best poets of the latest period:
+a great mystical poet: his Qasidahs for Muhammad are sung by devotees:
+Court poet of Rampur: travelled to Mecca and Medina, and, after the
+death of his patron, Nawab Kalbe Ali Khan, came to Hyderabad on hearing
+of the Nizam's fame and interest in poetry: rival of Dagh, by whose
+side he lies buried in Hyderabad.</p>
+
+<p>ARZU: a poet of Gwalior, where he held an important Government post
+in the days of Shah Alam II. (r. 1759-1806). He wrote his poems mostly
+in Persian, and was the author of a Dictionary of Mystical words.</p>
+
+<p>ASIF: pen-name of H.H. Mir Mahbub Ali Khan, Nizam of Hyderabad, who
+died in 1911: pupil of the poet Dagh (q.v.) and was an esteemed poet,
+and patron of poets.</p>
+
+<p>DAGH: a court poet of Rampur: went to Hyderabad and became the teacher
+of the Nizam in poetry (see Asif): lived there in great honour as Poet
+Laureate, and was given the title of Fasih-ul-Mulk (the eloquence of
+the nation): his poetry is described as natural and graceful in
+expression: his proficiency was so great that no poet could stand
+against him in the Mushaira: he was of extraordinary wit.</p>
+
+<p>FIGHAN: of Delhi: was the foster-brother of the Emperor Ahmad Shah
+(r. 1748-1754) and was one of the principal officers at the Imperial
+Court: famous for his piquant and witty conversation, and greatly
+skilled in jeux de mots, at which he spent his days and nights.</p>
+
+<p>GHALIB: came of a distinguished Turk family of Samarkand: wrote in
+Persian as well as in Urdu, and held the position of Poet Laureate
+at the Court of Bahadur Shah (r. 1837-1857) the last Mogul Emperor.</p>
+
+<p>HALI: a modern poet: pupil of Ghalib: recently dead: greatly admired,
+chiefly by the Muslims, for his poems calling for Muslim and Indian
+renascence. He received from the British Government the title of
+Shams-ul-ulema.</p>
+
+<p>HASAN: Mir Shulam Hasan, born at Delhi: passed his youth in Faizabad
+and then came to Lucknow to join the literary circle there: was as
+handsome in person as in mind, and his verse is still popular.</p>
+
+<p>HATIM: one of the early poets: born about 1700, he lived till near
+the end of the century: a soldier by profession, but in his old age
+renounced the world and became a darwesh: his cell was near the gate
+of the Imperial Palace, and many persons resorted to him for counsel.</p>
+
+<p>INSHA: born in Murshedabad, lived in Lucknow about the end of the 18th
+century: enjoyed the favour of Prince Suleiman Shikoh: wrote verse
+in Turkish, Arabic, Persian, but was most famous for his Urdu poems,
+which are elegant in style and conception.</p>
+
+<p>JURAT: of Delhi, celebrated for his skill in music, astronomy and
+poetry: became blind when still young: was pensioned by the Nawab
+Muhabbat Khan and afterwards by Suleiman Shikoh: author of an enormous
+volume of Urdu poetry composed of ghazals and of love-poems in the
+modern taste. Wrote satires on the rain, the cold, smallpox, etc.
+Versed in Hindu as well as Muslim poetry.</p>
+
+<p>MAZHAR: of Delhi: family originally from Bokhara: learned in
+jurisprudence as well as poetry: many favourite poets were his pupils:
+was a Sunni, made profession of spiritual poverty, and was even reputed
+to be able to work miracles: was killed by a fanatic because he
+disagreed with the Shiah mourning for the death of Hussein: died in
+1780, aged nearly a hundred years.</p>
+
+<p>MIR DARD: author of a famous Urdu diwan: skilled in the sacred music
+as sung at the assemblies of the Sufis: lived the life of a sage, the
+Padishah often coming to him for counsel, though he himself never
+sought the Emperor's Court.</p>
+
+<p>MIR SOZ: of Bokhari ancestry, had to leave his country in time of peril
+in the dress of a fakir: came to Lucknow, where he became tutor
+to the Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula.</p>
+
+<p>MIR TAQI: born at Agra, in his later days lived at Lucknow, under the
+protection of the Nawab of Oudh: wrote many kinds of verse, but excelled
+in the ghazal and the masnawi, and was the author of a biography of
+poets: wrote his own autobiography in Persian, and also Persian poetry.</p>
+
+<p>MOMIN: of Delhi: author of six long masnawis: skilled in medicine,
+astronomy and astrology, and deeply read in poetry: at first lived
+a gay and reckless life, in his old age gave himself to prayer and
+fasting, and acquired great contemporary fame: his work is considered
+to be the most delicate flower of Urdu expression.</p>
+
+<p>MUSHAFI: belonged to a distinguished family of Amroha: lived at first
+at Lucknow, then went to Delhi: there he held famous literary reunions,
+at which gathered many poets of whom he was the inspirer and teacher.</p>
+
+<p>MUZTAR: born and educated at Lucknow: his ancestors occupied an
+honourable rank at Delhi: was a pupil of Mushafi.</p>
+
+<p>NASIKH: of Calcutta: belonged to the latter half of the 19th century:
+Deputy Magistrate and Member of the Legislative Council of Bengal.</p>
+
+<p>SAUDA: born at Delhi about 1720: a soldier by profession: much esteemed
+in his lifetime, and was a favourite at Court: excelled in all kinds
+of poetry, chiefly the ghazal, the qasidah, and satire.</p>
+
+<p>TABAN: of Delhi: as famous for his beauty as for his poetic talent:
+pupil of Hatim, and was a friend of Mazhar and Sauda: was descended
+from the Prophet on both father's and mother's side.</p>
+
+<p>WALI: of the Deccan, the first to write an Urdu Diwan: is considered
+the Father of Urdu poetry: born at Aurungabad, wrote in the latter
+half of the 17th century. He held a just balance between Sunnis and
+Shiahs, and did not flatter any Ruler in his verses. He knew the
+literature and art of Europe and wrote many mystical and spiritual
+poems.</p>
+
+<p>YAKRANG: one of the officers of the Emperor Muhammad Shah (r. 1719-48):
+lived in dignity and honour at Delhi.</p>
+
+<p>ZAHIR: a well-known modern poet, lived at Rampur at the Court of Nawab
+Kalbe Ali Khan, afterwards at the Court of the Nawab of Tonk, and
+finally at Hyderabad, in the literary circle of the Nizam, by whom
+he was much appreciated and rewarded.</p>
+
+<p>ZAUQ: a celebrated poet at the Court of Bahadur Shah (r. 1837-57):
+was his teacher in the arts of verse: compiler of an anthology Of poems:
+is said to have written one hundred thousand verses: is still highly
+popular and much quoted.</p>
+
+<p>ZAFAR: or Bahadur Shah, was the Padishah of Delhi, the last Mogul
+Emperor, and lived 1768-1862: son of Akbar II.: was over 60 years of
+age when he came to the throne: himself a poet and a good judge of
+music and painting, he gathered round him literary men and artists:
+of fine countenance and distinguished manners, and extremely loved
+and admired by his subjects: skilled in all kinds of poetry, and some
+of his ghazals continue to be popular: author of a voluminous Diwan,
+and a Commentary on the Gulistan of Saadi: a clever caligraphist, wrote
+with his own hand passages from the Koran for the ornamentation of
+the principal Mosque of Delhi. His son Dara was also a poet. At the
+Mutiny in 1857 he was taken prisoner and sent to Rangoon: there he
+continued to write verses, and died at an advanced age. His portrait,
+which forms the frontispiece to this book, is from a miniature kindly
+lent by the Indian Section of the Victoria and Albert Museum, South
+Kensington.</p>
+
+<div align=right>J.D.W.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+
+Dulwich Village, London.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;October, 1918.
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="abru">I.</a></h4></div>
+
+Thou tak'st no heed of me,<br>
+I am as naught to thee;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cruel Beloved, arise!<br>
+Lovely and languid thou,<br>
+Sleep still upon thy brow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dreams in thine eyes.<br>
+From out thy garment flows<br>
+Fragrance of many a rose&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Airs of delight<br>
+Caught in the moonlit hours<br>
+Lying among the flowers<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Through the long night.<br>
+Look on my face how pale!<br>
+Will naught my love avail?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Naught my desire?<br>
+Hold it as gold that is<br>
+Cleansed of impurities<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tried in the fire.<br>
+Pity my heart distrest,<br>
+Caught by that loveliest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tress of thine hair,<br>
+So that I fear the shade<br>
+Even by thine eyebrows made<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O'er eyes so fair.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>BRU</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="amir">II.</a></h4></div>
+
+Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory of me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Long after my death,<br>
+For thou dwelt at my heart, and my blood nourished thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thou wert warmed by my breath.<br>
+<br>
+My heart has disgraced me by clamour and wailing for years<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And tossing in pain,<br>
+Mine eyes lost their honour by shedding these torrents of tears<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Like fast-falling rain.<br>
+<br>
+O Wind of Disaster, destroy not the home of my heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With the blasts of thine ire,<br>
+For there I have kindled to burn in a chamber apart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My Lamp of Desire.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>III.</h4>
+
+Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then might I rest;<br>
+I cannot govern her, nor can I master<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The heart within my breast.<br>
+<br>
+I cast myself upon the ground in anguish<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wounded and sore,<br>
+Yet longed to have two hearts that she might pierce them,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That I might suffer more.<br>
+<br>
+Utterly from her heart hath she erased me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No marks remain,<br>
+So there shall be no grave from which my ashes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; May greet her steps again.<br>
+<br>
+O cruel One, when once your glances smote me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why turn your head?<br>
+It were more merciful to let their arrows<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Pierce me and strike me dead.<br>
+<br>
+No tomb, Amir, could give my dust oblivion,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No rest was there:<br>
+And when they told her I had died of sorrow,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She did not know&mdash;nor care.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>IV.</h4>
+
+This Life is less than shadows; if thou yearn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To know and find the God thou worshippest,<br>
+From all the varying shows of being turn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To that true Life which is unmanifest.<br>
+<br>
+Beware, O travellers, dangerous is Life's Way<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With lures that call, illusion that deceives,<br>
+For set to snare the voyagers that stray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Are fortresses of robbers, lairs of thieves.<br>
+<br>
+The seer's eyes look on the cup of wine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And say&mdash;We need no more thy drunkenness;<br>
+An exaltation that is more divine,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Another inspiration, we possess.<br>
+<br>
+O praise not peacock youth; it flits away<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And leaves us but the ashes of regret,<br>
+A disappointed heart, a memory,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; An empty foolish pride that lingers yet.<br>
+<br>
+Upon the path, Amir, we journey far,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Weary the road where mankind wandereth;<br>
+O tell me, does it lead through Life's bazar,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Or is it the dread gate and house of Death?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>V.</h4>
+
+Here can my heart no longer rest;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It tells my happy destiny,<br>
+Towards Medina lies my quest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Holy Prophet summons me.<br>
+<br>
+I should not marvel if for flight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Upon my shoulders wings should start,<br>
+My body is so gay and light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With this new gladness in my heart.<br>
+<br>
+My weary patience nears its end;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Unresting heart, that yearns and loves,<br>
+Convey me far to meet my friend<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Within Medina's garden groves.<br>
+<br>
+My spirit shall not faint nor tire,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Although by many tender bands<br>
+My country holds me, I desire<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The journey through the desert sands.<br>
+<br>
+By day and night forever now<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I burn in Love's hot furnace breath,<br>
+Although there gather on my brow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The cold and heavy sweats of death.<br>
+<br>
+And ever in my home in Hind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At dawn's first light, at evenfall,<br>
+I hear upon the desert wind<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Prophet of Arabia call.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>VI.</h4>
+
+The light is in mine eyes,<br>
+Within my heart I feel Thy joy arise,<br>
+From gate to inmost shrine<br>
+This palace of my soul is utterly Thine.<br>
+<br>
+O longing seeking eyes,<br>
+He comes to you in many a varied guise,<br>
+If Him you cannot find<br>
+The shame be yours, O eyes that are so blind.<br>
+<br>
+I as His mirror glow<br>
+Bearing His image in my heart, and know<br>
+That glowing clear in His<br>
+The image of my heart reflected is.<br>
+<br>
+O drink the Wine of Love,<br>
+And in the Assembly of Enlightened move,<br>
+Let not the darkness dim<br>
+Fall like a curtain 'twixt thy soul and Him.<br>
+<br>
+Who gives away his soul<br>
+Forgets his petty self and wins the whole,<br>
+Losing himself outright<br>
+He finds himself in the Eternal Light.<br>
+<br>
+Crazy art thou, Amir,<br>
+To wait before His gate in hope and fear;<br>
+For never in thy pain<br>
+Shall He yield up thy ravished heart again.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>VII.</h4>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How can I dare profess<br>
+I am the lover whom Thou dost prefer!<br>
+Thou art the essence of all loveliness,<br>
+And I Thy very humblest worshipper.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Upon the Judgment Day<br>
+So sweet Thy mercy shall to sinners prove,<br>
+That envying them even the Saints shall say&mdash;<br>
+Would we were sinners thus to know Thy love!<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When in the quest for Thee<br>
+The heart shall seek among the pious throng,<br>
+Thy voice shall call&mdash;If Thou desirest me<br>
+Among the sinners I have dwelt for long.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At the great Reckoning<br>
+Mighty the wicked who before Thy throne<br>
+Shall come for judgment; little can I bring,<br>
+No store of good nor evil deeds I own.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Among the thorns am I<br>
+A thorn, among the roses am a rose,<br>
+Friend among friends in love and amity,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Foe among foes.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>VIII.</h4>
+
+I shall not try to flee the sword of Death,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nor fearing it a watchful vigil keep,<br>
+It will be nothing but a sigh, a breath,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A turning on the other side to sleep.<br>
+<br>
+Through all the close entanglements of earth<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My spirit shaking off its bonds shall fare<br>
+And pass, and rise in new unfettered birth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Escaping from this labyrinth of care.<br>
+<br>
+Within the mortal caravan-serai<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No rest and no abiding place I know,<br>
+I linger here for but a fleeting day,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And at the morrow's summoning I go.<br>
+<br>
+What are these bonds that try to shackle me?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Through all their intricate chains my way I find,<br>
+I travel like a wandering melody<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That floats untamed, untaken, on the wind.<br>
+<br>
+From an unsympathetic world I flee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To you, your love and fellowship I crave,<br>
+O Singers dead, Sauda and Mushafi,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I lay my song as tribute on your grave.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>MIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="asif">IX.</a></h4></div>
+
+Of no use is my pain to her nor me:<br>
+For what disease is love the remedy?<br>
+My heart that may not to her love attain<br>
+Is humble, and would even crave disdain.<br>
+O traitrous heart that my destruction sought<br>
+And me to ruin and disaster brought!<br>
+As, when the chain of life is snapt in twain,<br>
+Never shall it be linked, so ne'er again<br>
+My utterly broken heart shall be made whole.<br>
+I cannot tear the Loved One from my soul,<br>
+Nor can I leave my heart that clings to her.<br>
+O Asif, am I not Love's minister!<br>
+Who has such courage in Love's ways to dare!<br>
+What heart like mine such bitterness can bear!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>SIF</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>X.</h4>
+
+The eyes of the narcissus win new light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; From gleams that in Thy rapturous eyes they trace,<br>
+The flame is but a moth with fluttering flight<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Drawn by the lovelier lustre of Thy face.<br>
+<br>
+This shifting House of Mirrors where we dwell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under Thy charm a fairy palace seems:<br>
+Who hath not fallen tangled in Thy spell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Beguiled by visions, wandering in dreams!<br>
+<br>
+The hearts of all Thy captive lovers stray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hither and thither driven by whims of Thine,<br>
+Sometimes within the Kaaba courts to pray,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sometimes to worship at the Idols' Shrine.<br>
+<br>
+O Asif, thou hast known such grief and shame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Shrinking beneath the cruel scourge of Love,<br>
+That all the earth will hail thee with acclaim<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As most courageous of the sons thereof.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>SIF</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XI.</h4>
+
+When shall the mocking world withhold its blame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When shall men cease to darken thus my name,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Calling the love which is my pride, my shame!<br>
+<br>
+O Judge, let me my condemnation see;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Whose names are written on my death decree?&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The names of all who have been friends to me.<br>
+<br>
+What hope to reach the Well-Belov&eacute;d's door,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The dear lost dwelling that I knew of yore;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I stumbled once; I can return no more.<br>
+<br>
+The joy of love no heart can feel alone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fire of love at first unseen, unknown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In flames of love from either side is blown.<br>
+<br>
+O Asif, tread thy pathway carefully<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Across this difficult world; for, canst thou see,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A further journey is awaiting thee.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>SIF</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XII.</h4>
+
+I ask that God in justice punish me<br>
+With death, if my love waver or grow less;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Faithful am I indeed&mdash;<br>
+How can you comprehend such faithfulness?<br>
+<br>
+To you alone I offer up my heart,<br>
+To any other what have I to give?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No light demand I make,<br>
+What answer will you grant that I may live?<br>
+<br>
+If on the last dread Day of Reckoning<br>
+I think of you, and in my heart there shine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The beauty of your face,<br>
+God's Beatific Vision shall be mine.<br>
+<br>
+Once I had friends, now none are left to me;<br>
+I see none else but you, because my heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Has wholly fled to you,<br>
+And thus I walk the ways of Earth apart.<br>
+<br>
+I, Asif, am the chief of sinners held,<br>
+This dark dishonour will I not deny,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But glory in my shame;<br>
+Where is another sinner such as I?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>SIF</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="dagh">XIII.</a></h4></div>
+
+O changing Wheel of Fate, still let there last<br>
+Before our eager eyes, still let there burn,<br>
+This vision of the world; when we have passed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There shall be no return.<br>
+<br>
+I thought that, leaving thee, rest would be mine,<br>
+My lost tranquillity I might regain,<br>
+But separation brings no anodyne,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And kills me with its pain.<br>
+<br>
+How can I traffic in Love's busy mart?<br>
+Thou hast won from me more than stores of gold;<br>
+That I may bargain, give me back the heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy cruel fingers hold.<br>
+<br>
+O heart desirous, in Love's perilous way<br>
+Thy journey take and in his paths abide,<br>
+And thou mayst find perchance, lest thou should stray,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Awaiting thee, a guide.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>D<small>AGH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XIV.</h4>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O Weaver of Excuses, what to thee<br>
+Are all the promises that thou hast made,<br>
+The truth derided, and the faith betrayed,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And all thy perfidy?<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sometimes thou sayest&mdash;Come at eventide:<br>
+And when the evening falls, thou sayest&mdash;Dawn<br>
+Was when I called thee. Even when night is gone<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I wait unsatisfied.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When in thy haughty ear they did commend<br>
+Me as the faithfullest of all thy train,<br>
+Thou saidst&mdash;I hold such lovers in disdain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I scoff at such a friend.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O Mischief-maker, passing-on thy way<br>
+So lovely is thy mien, all creatures must<br>
+Cry out&mdash;It is debarred to things of dust<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To walk so winningly.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why shouldst thou keep from tyranny anew?<br>
+Why shouldst thou not betray another one?<br>
+What matter if he die? Thou hast but done<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What thou wast born to do.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who cares not for his heart nor for his creed<br>
+Is the idolater. His worthless name<br>
+Is Dagh. O Fair Ones, look upon his shame!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He is disgraced indeed.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>D<small>AGH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XV.</h4>
+
+Thy love permits not my complaint to rise,<br>
+It reaches to my lips, and then it dies.<br>
+Now, helpless heart, I cannot aid thee more,<br>
+And thus for thee God's pity must implore.<br>
+<br>
+Seest thou not how much disgrace and pain<br>
+The scornful world has heaped upon us twain,<br>
+On thee for beauty and the sins thereof,<br>
+On me for this infirmity of love.<br>
+<br>
+Oft-times she will not speak to me at all,<br>
+Or if she deign to speak, the words that fall<br>
+Cold from her haughty lips are words of blame:<br>
+&mdash;I know thee not&mdash;I have not heard thy name!<br>
+<br>
+Deep in my memory was graved the trace<br>
+Of all I suffered since I saw thy face;<br>
+But now, Belov&eacute;d, thou hast come to me,<br>
+I have erased the record utterly.<br>
+<br>
+With empty hands all mortal men are whirled<br>
+Through Death's grim gate into the other world:<br>
+This is my pride that it is granted me<br>
+To carry with me my desire for thee.<br>
+<br>
+They say when I complain of all I bore<br>
+&mdash;It is thy kismet, what would'st thou have more?<br>
+My rivals also bear thy tyranny,<br>
+Saying&mdash;It is her custom and must be!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>D<small>AGH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XVI.</h4>
+
+I met you and the pain of separation was forgot,<br>
+And all I should have kept in mind my heart remembered not.<br>
+<br>
+What cruelty and scorn I in your bitter letters knew!<br>
+No love was there; O Gracious One, have you forgotten too?<br>
+<br>
+Strange is the journey that my soul by wanton Love was led,<br>
+Two steps were straight and clear, and four forgotten were instead.<br>
+<br>
+There was some blundering o'er my fate at the Great Reckoning;<br>
+You have forgot, O Keeper of the Record, many a thing.<br>
+<br>
+You took my heart, but left my life behind: O see you not<br>
+What thing you have remembered, and what thing you have forgot?<br>
+<br>
+To meet Annihilation's sword is the most happy lot<br>
+That man can gain, for all the joys of earth has he forgot.<br>
+<br>
+A Muslim on the path of Love beside a Kafir trod,<br>
+And one forgot the Kaaba, one the Temple of his God.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>D<small>AGH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="fighan">XVII.</a></h4></div>
+
+What happiness is to the lover left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of peace bereft,<br>
+What freedom for his captive heart remains<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Held in her chains?<br>
+<br>
+Sometimes unto the mountain peaks he goes<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Driven by his woes,<br>
+Sometimes within the barren wilderness<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hides his distress.<br>
+<br>
+Curses on Love, and may his home disgraced<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Be laid in waste!<br>
+To me the world and all the joys I sought<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Are less than naught.<br>
+<br>
+Gladly, O Executioner, to Death<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I yield my breath;<br>
+And only wonder who shall after me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy victim be!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>F<small>IGHAN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XVIII.</h4>
+
+If you should meet the Loved One as you stray,<br>
+O give my letter secretly to her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then haste away<br>
+And do not tell my name, O Messenger.<br>
+<br>
+O Morning Winds that from the garden blow,<br>
+Should you meet one like me forlorn and sad,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On him bestow<br>
+The peace and solace I have never had.<br>
+<br>
+O Eyes that weep and weep unsatisfied,<br>
+That shed such floods, yet never find relief,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O stem your tide<br>
+Lest you should drown the world in seas of grief.<br>
+<br>
+She need not have one anxious doubt of me,<br>
+She need not fear my further wanderings&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How can I flee?<br>
+How can a bird escape, deprived of wings?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>F<small>IGHAN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="ghalib">XIX.</a></h4></div>
+
+How difficult is the thorny way of strife<br>
+That man hath stumbled in since time began,<br>
+And in the tangled business of this life<br>
+How difficult to play the part of man.<br>
+<br>
+When She decrees there should exist no more<br>
+My humble cottage, through its broken walls,<br>
+And cruelly drifting in the open door,<br>
+The frozen rain of desolation falls.<br>
+<br>
+O mad Desire, why dost thou flame and burn<br>
+And bear my Soul further and further yet<br>
+To the Belov&eacute;d; then, why dost thou turn<br>
+To bitter disappointment and regret?<br>
+<br>
+Such light there gleams from the Belov&eacute;d's face<br>
+That every eye becomes her worshipper,<br>
+And every mirror, looking on her grace,<br>
+Desires to be the frame enclosing her.<br>
+<br>
+Unhappy lovers, slaves of cruel chance,<br>
+In this grim place of slaughter strange indeed<br>
+Your joy to see unveiled her haughty glance<br>
+That flashes like the scimitar of Ede.<br>
+<br>
+When I had hardly drawn my latest breath,<br>
+Pardon she asked for killing me. Alas,<br>
+How soon repentance followed on my death,<br>
+How quick her unavailing sorrow was!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XX.</h4>
+
+I grant you will not utterly forget,<br>
+I hold you not unheeding and unjust,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But ere you hear my prayer<br>
+I shall be dead and turned to senseless dust.<br>
+<br>
+How little can one eager sigh attain<br>
+To touch thine icy heart to tenderness!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who can live long enough<br>
+To win the beauty of thy curling tress?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XXI.</h4>
+
+The high ambition of the drop of rain<br>
+Is to be merged in the unfettered sea;<br>
+My sorrow when it passed all bounds of pain,<br>
+Changing, became itself the remedy.<br>
+<br>
+Behold how great is my humility!<br>
+Under your cruel yoke I suffered sore;<br>
+Now I no longer feel thy tyranny<br>
+I hunger for the pain that then I bore.<br>
+<br>
+Why did the fragrance of the flowers outflow<br>
+If not to breathe with benediction sweet<br>
+Across her path? Why did the soft wind blow<br>
+If not to kiss the ground before her feet?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XXII.</h4>
+
+I had a thousand desires, for each of them I would have died,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And what did I gain?<br>
+So many indeed are fulfilled, but how many beside<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Insatiate remain!<br>
+<br>
+We have known of the tale of how Adam to exile was driven;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; More shameful in truth<br>
+Is my fate to be cast from the garden more favoured than Heaven<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Where she walks in her youth.<br>
+<br>
+That living and dying in love are but one I have proved,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This only know I<br>
+That I live by the sight of the beauty of her the Beloved<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For whom I would die.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XXIII.</h4>
+
+How long will she thus stand unveiled before me,<br>
+Shrinking and shy in maidenly distress,<br>
+How long, my dazzled eyes, can ye contemplate<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Her blinding loveliness!<br>
+<br>
+No rest is for my heart by love tormented,<br>
+It cannot even win the peace of death;<br>
+How long shall it endure with resignation<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The pain it suffereth!<br>
+<br>
+Like shifting shadows come the great and mighty,<br>
+And live their splendid day, and hurry past;<br>
+And who can tell how long the changing pageant<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of fleeting life shall last!<br>
+<br>
+O look on me, unhappy Asif, driven<br>
+As dust before the wind across the street;<br>
+How long has Love ordained that I should suffer<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Beneath the passing feet.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="hali">XXIV.<br>THE WIDOW.</a></h4></div>
+
+I call on Death, for Life is my distress,<br>
+And I myself a load of weariness<br>
+Weighing upon myself. Helpless am I;<br>
+Dared I to weep, then never would run dry<br>
+The fountains of my grief: I cannot speak:<br>
+Even the occupation that I seek<br>
+Goads me and wearies me. A jungle drear<br>
+This world and all its moving crowds appear,<br>
+And I the loneliest of all things on Earth,<br>
+Yea, lonely in the household of my birth.<br>
+Tired am I of my suffering through the years,<br>
+Even as mine eyes are wearied of their tears.<br>
+Spring comes again and brings the cooling breeze,<br>
+And Autumn with the rain among the trees,<br>
+Fair Summer with its moonlit nights of gold,<br>
+And Winter with its sweet and gentle cold;<br>
+These come and go, with morn and even-fall,<br>
+How can I tell how I have passed them all?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well, I have borne them all!<br>
+<br>
+Hope gleamed awhile, but fled unsatisfied,<br>
+The flower sprang up, but drooped and fruitless died:<br>
+The silver bow of Ede shone above all,<br>
+But never came the looked-for Festival:<br>
+I saw the splendour of the season wane,<br>
+Never the benediction of the rain<br>
+Fell on my parch&eacute;d heart: the thunder loud<br>
+Pealed from the bosom of the darkened cloud,<br>
+But never came the long-desir&eacute;d rain:<br>
+I sought the fruit upon the tree in vain,<br>
+The thorn smote deep into my heart instead:<br>
+Across the desert wastes of sands I sped<br>
+Seeing the silver watercourses gleam,<br>
+But it was all a vision and a dream,<br>
+And thirsting in the desert I was left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lone and bereft.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>H<small>ALI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="hasan">XXV.</a></h4></div>
+
+Like silver torrents flow thy words to me,<br>
+But ah&mdash;I have no voice to answer thee.<br>
+<br>
+My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire,<br>
+Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?<br>
+<br>
+Thy promises are broken every day,<br>
+Yet&mdash;See my faithfulness!&mdash;I hear you say.<br>
+<br>
+Candle-like wastes my body all these days<br>
+My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.<br>
+<br>
+O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung,<br>
+Yet never from my heart my tale was wrung,<br>
+My secret grief can never find a tongue.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>H<small>ASAN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="insha">XXVI.</a></h4></div>
+
+I cannot rise to follow her,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here in the dust is my abode,<br>
+For I am but her foot-print left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lying forgotten in the road.<br>
+<br>
+Where are repose and patience gone?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Where is my honour, held so fair?<br>
+All these are naught to me&mdash;I dwell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the black chambers of Despair!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>I<small>NSHA</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="jurat">XXVII.</a></h4></div>
+
+How can I win that Hidden One<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who sits within the secret place?<br>
+For even in my very dreams<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She wears the veil upon her face.<br>
+<br>
+What heart is there in all the world<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Can bear thy cruel tyranny?<br>
+Keep then this broken heart of mine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That thus thou mayst remember me!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>J<small>URAT</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="mir">XXVIII.</a></h4></div>
+
+What kind of comforter art thou to me?<br>
+What help and solace in calamity?<br>
+No wound is there upon my bruis&eacute;d heart<br>
+But thou hast touched to make it sting and smart!<br>
+<br>
+But yet, Beloved One, I ask in pain<br>
+When is the hour when thou wilt come again?<br>
+My soul cries out to thee in bitter need<br>
+&mdash;When wilt thou come&mdash;or wilt thou come indeed?<br>
+<br>
+O Saki, do not pass my goblet by,<br>
+Although the feast is spread its lip is dry.<br>
+Be careful, O my tears, lest you should tell<br>
+The world my secret that you know too well.<br>
+<br>
+O Sorrow, in thy tangled paths I go,<br>
+The Kaaba's gateway I no longer know,<br>
+But bend my head wherever I see rise<br>
+The arch that curves o'er the Belov&eacute;d's eyes.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="mirsoz">XXIX.</a></h4></div>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To whom shall I relate<br>
+The weary story of my sorrowful love?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; O Friend, this is my fate,<br>
+This is the record of the pain thereof.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I prayed in vain to her;<br>
+She said&mdash;You weary me, I hear thy prayer,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is thy messenger,<br>
+But when it pleads with me I do not care.<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I said&mdash;Never again<br>
+Canst thou forget my faithfulness to thee;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She answered in disdain<br>
+&mdash;What mean thy love and faithfulness to me?<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Life called to me<br>
+Telling me earth is full of hope and bliss,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now undeceived I see<br>
+How foolish I to seek a world like this.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small> S<small>OZ</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="mirtaqi">XXX.</a></h4></div>
+
+Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved,<br>
+Brooding upon the idol that I loved,<br>
+Mourning its loss. Now like a bird am I,<br>
+That painted in a picture cannot fly<br>
+Nor move nor sing; my heart is so outworn<br>
+With all the lingering sorrow I have borne.<br>
+Within my heart thy presence I have felt,<br>
+Within mine eyes, Belov&eacute;d, thou hast dwelt<br>
+For long long days. Who taught thee for a shrine<br>
+To choose a heart so desolate as mine?<br>
+Long time I told my friends my bitter grief,<br>
+And in the telling sought to find relief;<br>
+In silence now instead I take my rest,<br>
+And find that peace and loneliness are best.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small> T<small>AQI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="momin">XXXI.</a></h4></div>
+
+Wherever the Belov&eacute;d looks she stirs<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Trouble and longing sore and eager breath<br>
+And deep desire in all her worshippers,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And some for her have drunk the cup of Death.<br>
+<br>
+O Night of Separation, darkest night<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of deepest grief, thy cruelty shall cease;<br>
+To-morrow I shall greet the dawning light<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Within the city of Eternal Peace.<br>
+<br>
+O threatening Whirlwind rolling on thy way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shall unloose thy knot, if thou but dare<br>
+With angry gusts to toss and disarray<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A single curl of the Belov&eacute;d's hair.<br>
+<br>
+Sometimes her beauty goads and maddens me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I cannot bear her cruel loveliness,<br>
+But turn her mirror that she may not see;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why should I let her double my distress?<br>
+<br>
+Hearken, O Momin, all thy life is done!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In idol-worship at the Temple thou<br>
+Hast spent thy days, and thus thy years have run:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How canst thou call thyself a Muslim now?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>OMIN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="mushafi">XXXII.</a></h4></div>
+
+I, like a wandering bubble,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Am blown here and there<br>
+Shifting and changing and fashioned<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of water and air.<br>
+<br>
+Thou turnest thy face, O Belov&eacute;d,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I cannot tell why,<br>
+Art thou shy of a mirror, Belov&eacute;d?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy mirror am I!<br>
+<br>
+When over her face she unloosened<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The dusk of her hair,<br>
+What need had the world of the cloud-wreaths,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They fled in despair.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>USHAFI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XXXIII.</h4>
+
+No man hath ever passed<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Into the Country of Eternal Rest<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With every longing stilled.<br>
+Who hath not lingering cast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Long looks behind, and in his eager breast<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Held many a secret yearning unfulfilled?<br>
+<br>
+Ah, Mushafi, to thee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Silence and thought in solitude are best,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For thou hast known<br>
+That laurel crowns are idle vanity;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There is no worldly rank thou covetest,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And what to thee is Suleiman's high throne?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>USHAFI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="muztar">XXXIV.</a></h4></div>
+
+Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years?<br>
+For cruel youth hath brought passion and bitter tears.<br>
+<br>
+To the Creator now I from the dust complain&mdash;<br>
+Beauty, the thing he made, brings with it only pain.<br>
+<br>
+Long I desired and dreamed, waiting with eager breath,<br>
+But ere she came to me, Fate sent the sleep of Death.<br>
+<br>
+To God as servitor I my devotion gave,<br>
+Now Love hath taken me, bound me to be his slave.<br>
+<br>
+I, Muztar, die with grief, yearning unsatisfied,<br>
+Still hangs the purdah's fold I cannot draw aside,<br>
+Nor lift the needless veil woven of shame and pride.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>UZTAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="nasikh">XXXV.</a></h4></div>
+
+The fire of love I for my idol know<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Within my bosom hides,<br>
+As in the mountain 'neath its crust of snow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The flame abides.<br>
+<br>
+Long have I yearned in vain to kiss her feet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I lay my weary head<br>
+Down in the dust, that thus my lips may greet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Where she may tread.<br>
+<br>
+No wealth have I, but like the moth I live:<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Since love demands a price,<br>
+I, like the moth, have but my life to give<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In sacrifice.<br>
+<br>
+How has my bird-like soul been stricken low,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Pierced to the very heart!<br>
+My love has used instead of bolt and bow<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A deadlier dart.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>N<small>ASIKH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XXXVI.</h4>
+
+The wound upon my heart glows bright and clear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With such a steady and unwavering light<br>
+That in the darkness I shall have no fear<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And need no lamp to guide my steps aright.<br>
+<br>
+When of the darkness of the grave I hear,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The night of death, and all the pangs thereof,<br>
+I reck not, for one thing alone I fear&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The night of separation from my Love.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>N<small>ASIKH</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="sauda">XXXVII.</a></h4></div>
+
+Shall I or shall I not console my heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And win relief?<br>
+Or shall I sit in solitude apart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nursing my grief?<br>
+<br>
+O hear, while of my life now nearly done<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Some sparks remain!<br>
+Soon I may be, who knows, O Cruel One,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Speechless with pain.<br>
+<br>
+How can I to the fisher speak my thought?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Her snares are set,<br>
+My fish-like heart is by her lashes caught,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As in a net.<br>
+<br>
+Look on my sorrowful mien, O Love, and tell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My hopelessness,<br>
+None of the manifold troubles that befell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Can I express.<br>
+<br>
+Fair is the garden, Sauda, to thy view,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; More fair appears<br>
+Her dwelling; let me all its ways bedew<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With happy tears.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>S<small>AUDA</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="shamshad">XXXVIII.</a></h4></div>
+
+I am no singer rapt in ecstasy,<br>
+Nor yet a sighing listener am I,<br>
+I am the nightingale that used to sing<br>
+In joy, but now am mute, remembering.<br>
+<br>
+I know the drop within the ocean hides,<br>
+But know not in what place my soul abides:<br>
+I cannot read the hidden mystery&mdash;<br>
+Whence came I, whither go I, what am I.<br>
+<br>
+My friends have paid due reverence at my grave,<br>
+And held my dust as sacred, for I gave<br>
+My humble life to the Belov&eacute;d's sword,<br>
+Killed by her beauty, martyred by her word.<br>
+<br>
+I deemed life was tranquillity and rest,<br>
+I find it but a never-ending quest;<br>
+And I, who sat in quietude and peace,<br>
+Toil on a journey that shall never cease.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>S<small>HAMSHAD</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="taban">XXXIX.</a></h4></div>
+
+Repent not, for repentance is in vain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And what is done is done;<br>
+What shouldst thou reck of me and all my pain?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For what is done is done.<br>
+<br>
+They said to her&mdash;Behold him, he is dead!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How did he lose his life, unhappy one?<br>
+&mdash;O bury him deep in the grave, she said,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For what is done is done.<br>
+<br>
+This is the pain of love that I have caught,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And what is done is done;<br>
+A thousand remedies avail me naught,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And what is done is done.<br>
+<br>
+For love I gave the honour of my name,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And Good and Evil are to me as one;<br>
+Let all the world chastise me with its blame,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For what is done is done.<br>
+<br>
+The dust of Taban we could find no more,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But yet nor rest nor respite hath he won;<br>
+His breath, his soul, floats round thee as before,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And&mdash;what is done is done.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>T<small>ABAN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="wali">XL.</a></h4></div>
+
+O Lovely One, when to the ravished sight<br>
+Thou wilt unveil that radiant face of thine,<br>
+Each atom of the worlds, catching thy light,<br>
+Reflecting thee, bright as a sun shall shine.<br>
+<br>
+Walk not, my flower, within the garden close,<br>
+Lest thou should give the bulbul new distress;<br>
+For at thy glance each blossom turns a rose<br>
+To lure him with her cruel loveliness.<br>
+<br>
+Victorious One, thou hast unsheathed thy sword,<br>
+The scimitar of thy beauty gleams again,<br>
+So over all thy lovers thou art Lord,<br>
+Holding dominion in the hearts of men.<br>
+<br>
+Art thou serene and calm and unafraid<br>
+When thou considerest thy tyranny?<br>
+Think of the reckoning that shall be made<br>
+Between thy heart and mine at Judgment Day.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>W<small>ALI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="yakrang">XLI.</a></h4></div>
+
+O ask not frigid Piety to dwell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the same house with Youth and warm Desire;<br>
+It were as idle as if one should tell<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Water to be a comrade of the Fire.<br>
+<br>
+O say not only that the Loved One left<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My lonely heart, and fled beyond recall;<br>
+But I of rest and patience am bereft,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And losing Her I am deprived of all.<br>
+<br>
+Take heed, O Hunter, though within thy net<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thou hold this bird, my soul, with many bands,<br>
+I struggle sore, for Freedom lures me yet,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And may escape from out thy cruel hands.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Y<small>AKRANG</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="zafar">XLII.</a></h4></div>
+
+Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And made me king of kings,<br>
+Or dressed me in the tattered darwesh gown,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Poorest of earthly things.<br>
+<br>
+O that I were thy fool to do thy will,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simple and led by thee!<br>
+What meaning have my knowledge and my skill,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They have no worth to me.<br>
+<br>
+Lo, thou hast made me as the dust that flies<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Unheeded in the street,<br>
+O were I that which in her pathway lies,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Trodden beneath her feet!<br>
+<br>
+My heart is as it were to fringes shred,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Such wounds it had to bear;<br>
+Would that it were the comb, to touch her head,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To tend her perfumed hair!<br>
+<br>
+Long have I known that it was thy design<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To burn my soul outright;<br>
+O may at least the happy fate be mine<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To be the Tavern light!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AFAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XLIII.</h4>
+
+Mine eyes were shut<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And yet I saw the shining vision gleam;<br>
+Now that mine eyes are opened, know I not<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Was it a thought that held me&mdash;or a dream?<br>
+<br>
+Long to myself I said&mdash;It will be well,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When I can see her, I will tell my pain:<br>
+Now she is here, what is there left to tell?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No griefs remain.<br>
+<br>
+Faithless she is to me, and pitiless,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Despotic and tyrannical she is,<br>
+I looked for love, I looked for tenderness,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I leant on vain impossibilities.<br>
+<br>
+I listened to thy voice that stole to me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Across the curtain where thou satst apart,<br>
+Desire came like a restless ecstasy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A sorcery that fell upon my heart.<br>
+<br>
+When I had burst my prison, and was free,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I saw no fetters held me, and I found,<br>
+O Zafar, that these chains that shackle me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Are ties of self wherewith my soul is bound.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AFAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XLIV.</h4>
+
+I care not if no rest nor peace remain,<br>
+I have my cherished pain,<br>
+I have my rankling love that knows no end,<br>
+And need no other friend.<br>
+I yearned with all my heart to hold her fast,<br>
+She laughed, and fled, and passed!<br>
+Lakhs of enchantments, scores of spells I wove,<br>
+But useless was my love.<br>
+I would have given my life to make her stay,<br>
+She went away, away, she went away.<br>
+Though I effaced myself in deed and thought<br>
+And brought myself to naught,<br>
+The dark and sundering curtain hangs between<br>
+I cannot pierce the screen.<br>
+And still I know behind the veil she hides,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And naught besides<br>
+In all this changing Universe abides!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AFAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XLV.</h4>
+
+That I should find her after weary years,<br>
+And that mine eyes should keep from happy tears,&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is not possible, this is not possible.<br>
+<br>
+If she should come after these many days,<br>
+And if my wondering eyes forget to gaze&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is not possible, this is not possible.<br>
+<br>
+Sometimes I long to kiss my idol's face,<br>
+Sometimes to clasp her in my wild embrace&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is not possible, this is not possible.<br>
+<br>
+How can I let her seek my rival's door,<br>
+How can I bear the friends I loved before&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is not possible, this is not possible.<br>
+<br>
+O Zafar, does she bid me to return,<br>
+And dare I, for I tremble and I burn&mdash;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That is not possible, this is not possible.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AFAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="zahir">XLVI.</a></h4></div>
+
+Whence did the yearning of the soul arise,<br>
+The longing to attain the Heavenly Sight?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Before what mortal eyes<br>
+Was manifested the Eternal Light?<br>
+<br>
+When the soul understands and wakes to find<br>
+Thou hast within the heart of man Thy throne,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It sees how arrogant and blind<br>
+The self that but its mortal self hath known.<br>
+<br>
+Thou and I also were the seer and seen,<br>
+When none beside existed. Thou and I<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Have Lover and Belov&eacute;d been<br>
+Before this era of mortality.<br>
+<br>
+How strange the turns in Love's unending game,<br>
+For neither Lover nor Belov&eacute;d lit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The ever-burning flame:<br>
+Whence was the spirit that enkindled it?<br>
+<br>
+The road that leads where pious pilgrims bow<br>
+In Kaaba or in Temple, Thou hast laid;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And first of all wert Thou<br>
+To tread the road that thou Thyself hadst made.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AHIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>XLVII.</h4>
+
+Thy beauty flashes like a sword<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Serene and keen and merciless;<br>
+But great as is thy cruelty,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Even greater is thy loveliness.<br>
+<br>
+It is the gift of God to thee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This beauty rare and exquisite;<br>
+Why dost thou hide it thus from me,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shall not steal nor sully it.<br>
+<br>
+And as thy beauty shines, in Heaven<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There climbs upon its path of fire<br>
+The star that lights my rival's way,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And with it mounts his heart's desire.<br>
+<br>
+Even in thy house is jealousy,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy youth demands the lover's praise<br>
+Over thy beauty, which itself<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Is jealous of thy gracious ways.<br>
+<br>
+I died with joy when winningly<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I heard the Well-Belov&eacute;d call&mdash;<br>
+Zahir, where is my beauty gone,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thou must have robbed me after all.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AHIR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h4><a name="zauq">XLVIII.</a></h4></div>
+
+O Tyrannous One, when from my heart was drawn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fatal arrow, like a scarlet flood<br>
+My life gushed forth; but yet the one word Hope<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Was written in my blood.<br>
+<br>
+Why should the Cosmos turn its wheel of worlds<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If not to search for thee eternally?<br>
+Why should the tireless Sun arise each morn<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If not to look for thee?<br>
+<br>
+Alas my fate! before you came to me<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Already had I felt the touch of Death,<br>
+Nor was I spared before thy worshipped feet<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To offer up my breath.<br>
+<br>
+For long, throughout the world, I sought for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Through weary years and ages of unrest;<br>
+At last I found thee hidden in my arms<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Within my breast!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>Z<small>AUQ</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>FRAGMENTS.</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="arzu"></a>
+Each morn I see the Sun in majesty<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Come back to shine thy rival as before,<br>
+But O what ages has it taken thee<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To come to me&mdash;if thou wilt come&mdash;once more!<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>A<small>RZU</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="ghalib2"></a>
+Through Love did I the joy of life attain,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And walking in the way that He hath led<br>
+I found the remedy to heal all pain;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Why therefore is my pain unremedied?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>G<small>HALIB</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="hatim"></a>
+O burnish well the mirror of thy heart<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And make it fair,<br>
+If thou desire the image of thy Love<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To shine reflected there.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>H<small>ATIM</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="mazhar"></a>
+No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee,<br>
+Nor do I blame my rivals for their part,<br>
+I know my trouble causeless, yet I hearken<br>
+To my unreasonable, doubting heart.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>AZHAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+What thou hast done, never an enemy<br>
+Would practise on a bitterly-hated foe;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And yet, my friend,<br>
+I took thee for a friend, and did not know.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>AZHAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mayhap my sorrowful heart<br>
+Did not deserve thou shouldst bestow on me<br>
+Thy priceless love, but neither did it merit<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy cruel tyranny.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>AZHAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+She lightly laughed&mdash;And so is Mazhar dead?<br>
+Alas, poor helpless one! I knew not I<br>
+What was his trouble.&mdash;Then again she said<br>
+&mdash;I did not think him ill enough to die.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>AZHAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+If I behold her, I am mad,<br>
+And if I see her not, I die;<br>
+O Love, to tender hearts like mine<br>
+Thou art a great calamity.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>AZHAR</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="mirdard"></a>
+I ask for Allah's pardon, if I dare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To weigh and criticise what He hath done;<br>
+But when He made thy beauty shining fair,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What need was there for Him to make the Sun?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small> D<small>ARD</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="mirsoz2"></a>
+In spring, O Bulbul, go not in thy grief<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To seek the garden, wandering apart;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But wait&mdash;one day within thy very heart<br>
+It shall arise, in bud and bloom and leaf.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small> S<small>OZ</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="mirtaqi2"></a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Some friend of mine, may be,<br>
+After my lonely death may let her see<br>
+How foolish were her idle doubts of me;<br>
+But no! how can I think the rolling Wheel of Fate<br>
+Should turn to favour one so long unfortunate?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>M<small>IR</small> T<small>AQI</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="sauda2"></a>
+I, like a poor fakir,<br>
+Wander from door to door,<br>
+Bearing my load of pain;<br>
+But thou, O Ever-Dear,<br>
+Thou comest never more<br>
+Unto my door again.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>S<small>AUDA</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there<br>
+Thou hast not in thy myriad cycles brought!<br>
+Wilt thou, indeed, I wonder in despair,<br>
+Bring me at last what I so long have sought?<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>S<small>AUDA</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<a name="taban2"></a>
+I longed that the Beloved might come to me,<br>
+Or Patience come and in my heart remain;<br>
+But neither came, and now at last I see<br>
+The only constant friend I have is Pain.<br>
+<br>
+<div align=right>T<small>ABAN</small>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+False is she, breaker of all promises,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The heart's unending malady is she;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All this and more she is,<br>
+And she herself the only remedy.<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><hr width="30%"></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+Only in visions can I come again<br>
+To the Belov&eacute;d, and a shade she seems;<br>
+My lips desire in vain<br>
+The touch of ghostly kisses,<br>
+The shadowy kisses that I know in dreams.<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><hr width="30%"></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+O kind imagination, thou hast given<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Eyes to my heart, and though She veil her grace<br>
+Fold behind fold, they seek the hidden heaven,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They find the secret beauties of her face.<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><hr width="30%"></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+I did not weep until my heart was lost,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So strange the bartering of love appears,<br>
+I gave the shining jewel of my soul<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To buy these pearls&mdash;my tears.<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><hr width="30%"></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+The eyes say in reproach, O wayward heart,<br>
+What road of ruin hast thou led us in!<br>
+The heart complains, O eyes,<br>
+Beguiled yourselves, ye lured me into sin.<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div><h3><a name="glossary">GLOSSARY.</a></h3></div>
+
+
+<p>Bazar&mdash;market place.</p>
+
+<p>Bulbul&mdash;nightingale.</p>
+
+<p>Darwesh&mdash;devotee, dervish.</p>
+
+<p>Diwan&mdash;collection of poems.</p>
+
+<p>Ede&mdash;festival.</p>
+
+<p>Fakir&mdash;an ascetic in Islam.</p>
+
+<p>Ghazal&mdash;ode: form of verse written in couplets, all in one rhyme.</p>
+
+<p>Hind, Hindustan&mdash;Upper India, north of the Vindhya Hills.</p>
+
+<p>Islam&mdash;The religion of Muslims: lit. absolute surrender to Allah
+alone.</p>
+
+<p>Kaaba&mdash;central sanctuary of Islam, at Mecca, holy city of Islam.</p>
+
+<p>Kafir&mdash;unbeliever, one who is not a Muslim.</p>
+
+<p>Kismet&mdash;fate.</p>
+
+<p>Lakh&mdash;100,000: myriad.</p>
+
+<p>Masnawi&mdash;epic poem, written in rhymed couplets.</p>
+
+<p>Mecca, Medina&mdash;sacred places of Islam, in Arabia: the birthplace
+and burial place of Muhammad.</p>
+
+<p>Muhammad&mdash;the Prophet of Islam (A.D. 570-632).</p>
+
+<p>Mushaira&mdash;poetical concourse (see Foreword p. 1.).</p>
+
+<p>Muslim&mdash;or Musulman; lit. one surrendered to Allah alone.</p>
+
+<p>Prophet&mdash;see Muhammad.</p>
+
+<p>Purdah&mdash;curtain.</p>
+
+<p>Qasidah&mdash;elegy or eulogy.</p>
+
+<p>Saki&mdash;the cup-bearer, wine-giver.</p>
+
+<p>Sufi&mdash;see Foreword, p. 2.</p>
+
+<p>Suleiman&mdash;Solomon, King of the Jews: in Muslim legend lord over angels
+and demons.</p>
+
+<p>Takhallus&mdash;pen-name.</p>
+
+<p>Urdu&mdash;see Foreword, p. 3.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>Works on Sufism.</h3>
+<br>
+<center>A SUFI MESSAGE OF SPIRITUAL LIBERTY,<br>
+<small>WITH A</small> S<small>HORT</small> S<small>KETCH OF THE</small> A<small>UTHOR'S</small> L<small>IFE AND HIS</small> P<small>ORTRAIT IN</small> C<small>OLOURS</small>.<br>
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+<small>WITH THE</small> P<small>ORTRAIT OF THE</small> A<small>UTHOR IN</small> C<small>OLOURS</small>.<br>
+5/- net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>THE DIWAN OF INAYAT KHAN,<br>
+<small>RENDERED INTO VERSE BY</small> J<small>ESSIE</small> D<small>UNCAN</small> W<small>ESTBROOK</small>,<br>
+<small>WITH THE</small> P<small>ORTRAIT OF THE</small> A<small>UTHOR IN</small> C<small>OLOURS</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
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+D<small>UNCAN</small> W<small>ESTBROOK</small>.<br>
+1/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>SUFISM: OMAR KHAYYAM AND E. FITZGERALD,<br>
+<small>BY</small> C. H. A. B<small>JERREGAARD</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>HINDUSTANI LYRICS,<br>
+<small>BY</small> I<small>NAYAT</small> K<small>HAN AND</small> J<small>ESSIE</small> D<small>UNCAN</small> W<small>ESTBROOK</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>MERAJ, THE TRANSPORTATION OF MOHAMMED,<br>
+<small>BY</small> I<small>NAYAT</small> K<small>HAN</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>PHENOMENON OF SOUL<br>
+("V<small>OICE OF</small> I<small>NAYAT</small>" S<small>ERIES</small>), <small>BY</small> S<small>HERIFA</small> L<small>UCY</small> G<small>OODENOUGH</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>LOVE, HUMAN AND DIVINE<br>
+("V<small>OICE OF</small> I<small>NAYAT</small>" S<small>ERIES</small>), <small>BY</small> S<small>HERIFA</small> L<small>UCY</small> G<small>OODENOUGH</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>AKIBAT, LIFE AFTER DEATH<br>
+("V<small>OICE OF</small> I<small>NAYAT</small>" S<small>ERIES</small>), <small>BY</small> S<small>HERIFA</small> L<small>UCY</small> G<small>OODENOUGH</small>.<br>
+2/6 net.</center>
+<br>
+<center>THE SUFI,<br>
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+<small>DEVOTED TO</small> M<small>YSTICISM</small>, R<small>ELIGION</small>, P<small>HILOSOPHY</small>, L<small>ITERATURE AND</small> M<small>USIC</small>.<br>
+6d. net, 2/6 a year post free.</center>
+<br>
+<center><hr width="30%"></center>
+<br>
+<center>T<small>HE</small> S<small>UFI</small> P<small>UBLISHING</small> S<small>OCIETY</small>, L<small>TD</small>.,<br>
+86, L<small>ADBROKE</small> R<small>OAD</small>, L<small>ONDON</small>, W. 11.</center>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Hindustani Lyrics, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Hindustani Lyrics
+
+Author: Various
+
+Translator: Inayat Khan and Jessie Westbrook
+
+Release Date: February 7, 2006 [EBook #17711]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HINDUSTANI LYRICS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Ron Swanson
+
+
+
+
+
+[Frontispiece: ZAFAR.]
+
+
+
+
+HINDUSTANI LYRICS
+
+
+RENDERED FROM THE URDU
+BY
+INAYAT KHAN
+AND
+JESSIE DUNCAN WESTBROOK
+
+
+
+
+_Sufism is the Religious Philosophy of Love, Harmony, and Beauty_
+
+
+
+
+LONDON:
+THE SUFI PUBLISHING SOCIETY, LTD.,
+86, LADBROKE ROAD, LONDON, W. 11.
+
+_All rights reserved._
+1919
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+PORTRAIT OF ZAFAR
+
+FOREWORD
+
+URDU LYRICS:--
+
+ ABRU
+
+ AMIR
+
+ ASIF
+
+ DAGH
+
+ FIGHAN
+
+ GHALIB
+
+ HALI
+
+ HASAN
+
+ INSHA
+
+ JURAT
+
+ MIR
+
+ MIR SOZ
+
+ MIR TAQI
+
+ MOMIN
+
+ MUSHAFI
+
+ MUZTAR
+
+ NASIKH
+
+ SAUDA
+
+ SHAMSHAD
+
+ TABAN
+
+ WALI
+
+ YAKRANG
+
+ ZAFAR
+
+ ZAHIR
+
+ ZAUQ
+
+FRAGMENTS:--
+
+ ARZU
+
+ GHALIB
+
+ HATIM
+
+ MAZHAR
+
+ MIR DARD
+
+ MIR SOZ
+
+ MIR TAQI
+
+ SAUDA
+
+ TABAN
+
+GLOSSARY
+
+
+
+
+FOREWORD.
+
+
+Of the many languages of India, Urdu (Hindustani) is the most widely
+known, especially in Upper India. Both as a written and a spoken
+language it has a reputation throughout Asia for elegance and
+expressiveness. Until the time of Muhammad Shah, Indian poetry was
+written in Persian. But that monarch, who mounted the throne of Delhi
+in 1719, greatly desired to make Urdu the vogue, and under his patronage
+and approval, Hatim, one of his ministers, and Wali of the Deccan,
+wrote Diwans in Urdu. This patronage of poets was continued by his
+successors, and exists indeed to the present day; and the cultivation
+of Urdu poetry has always been encouraged at the many Courts of India.
+Some of the Indian Rulers are themselves poets, and find their duty
+and pleasure in rewarding with gifts and pensions the literary men
+whose works they admire. The Court of Hyderabad has for long had a
+circle of poets: the late Nizam was himself eminent as a writer of
+verse. The Maharaja-Gaekwar of Baroda is a generous patron of literary
+men, and the present Rulers of lesser States such as Patiala, Nabha,
+Tonk, and Rampur, are deeply interested in the cultivation of poetry
+in their Dominions.
+
+In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries many towns in India had
+extensive and flourishing literary coteries, and it is from the poets
+of that period that this handful of verses is gathered. The Mushaira--a
+poetical concourse, wherein rival poets meet to try their skill in
+a tournament of verse--is still an institution in India. Delhi, Agra,
+Lucknow, Lahore, Cawnpore, Allahabad, Benares, Calcutta, and
+Hyderabad, have all been, and some still are, nests of singing birds.
+Of the extent of Urdu literature some idea may be gained from the fact
+that a History of it written about 1870 gives the names of some three
+thousand authors, and that Tazkiras or anthologies containing
+selections from many poets are very numerous.
+
+The poetry is very varied and of great interest. It includes moral
+verses and counsels, sometimes in intermingled verse and prose; heroic
+poems telling the old tales of the loves of Khusru and Shirin, of Yusuf
+and Zuleika, of Majnun and Leila, and the romances of chivalry; elegies
+on the deaths of Hasan and Hussein, and of various monarchs; devotional
+poems in praise of Muhammad and the Imams; eulogies of the reigning
+Ruler or other patron or protector of the poor; satires upon men and
+institutions, sometimes upon Nature herself, specially upon such
+phenomena as heat, cold, inundations and pestilence; descriptive verse
+relating to the seasons and the months, the flowers and the trees.
+Above all there is a great wealth of love poetry, both secular and
+mystic, where, in impassioned ghazals or odes, the union of man with
+God is celebrated under various allegories, as the bee and the lotus,
+the nightingale and the rose, the moth and the flame.
+
+Most of the poets represented in this book write as Sufis, or Muslim
+mystics, and scoff at the unenlightened orthodox. For them God is in
+all and through all, to be worshipped equally in the Kaaba and in the
+Temple of the Idols, or too great to be adored adequately through the
+ritual of any creed. He is symbolized as the beautiful and cruel Beloved,
+difficult to find, withdrawn behind the veil, inspiring and demanding
+all worship and devotion. The Lover is the Madman, derided by the
+unsympathetic crowd, but happy in his ecstatic despair. He drinks the
+wine of love and is filled with a divine intoxication. For him this
+world is Maya--illusion, and the true life is that which is unmanifest.
+He finds no abiding place in this mortal caravan-serai, this shifting
+House of Mirrors; for his Soul is ever passing forward on the high
+Quest. Knowledge and skill are as dust, and self as nothing, compared
+with the Love that goads and urges him on.
+
+As a language, Urdu has a most composite ancestry, and comprises
+elements derived from the original languages of India, from Sanskrit,
+the tongue of the Aryan invaders, from Persian, from Turkish, from
+Kurdish and other Tartar tongues, from Arabic, even from Egyptian and
+Abyssinian; and later from such very foreign sources as Portuguese,
+Dutch, French, and English. The political phases through which India
+has successively passed have left their record in this hybrid character
+of the language. The process of its evolution really began long before
+the Christian era, when Sanskrit--the language of the Aryan
+conquerors--began to commingle with the languages of the peoples in
+Upper India, or Hindustan. From this union came the prakrits, or
+vernaculars. The one which at the time of the Buddha was current in
+Magadha--parts of the present British Behar and Orissa and the United
+Provinces of Agra and Oudh--was known as Magdhi, and the message
+delivered by the great Teacher was recorded in that vernacular. This
+spread rapidly with the growth of Buddhism, and became the court and
+official language of a large part of Upper India. The language which
+was developed in the north and north-west was called at first by the
+simple name Bhasha (Bhakha), which means the usual tongue, but later
+took the name of Hindi, and is written in the Sanskrit (Deva-nagari)
+character.
+
+At the beginning of the eighth century the Muslims appeared as
+conquerors in India. Mahmoud of Ghuzni, about 1,000 A.D., won great
+victories, and from that time Bhasha began to be modified in the towns.
+Four centuries later Tamerlane of the Mogul race entered India and
+took Delhi, laying the foundation of the Empire definitely established
+by Babar in the beginning of the sixteenth century. Hindi became
+saturated with Persian, itself already laden with many Arab words
+introduced through conquest and religion. The market of the army was
+established round Delhi, and bore the Tartar name of Urdu, which means
+horde or army, and thus, camp. It was especially at Delhi, after its
+rebuilding by Shah Jehan and its growth into the metropolis and
+literary and commercial and military centre, that the hybrid tongue
+took definite shape; it was named Zaban-i-urdu (literally, the
+language of the army) or simply Urdu, and was written in the Persian
+character. Even in its infancy it manifested a wealth of poetic
+inspiration derived from its varied ancestry.
+
+The poets from whose work the lyrics in this book have been selected
+were mostly writers of voluminous Diwans, and they occupied various
+and diverse stations in life. Some were Rulers, some soldiers, some
+darweshes (devotees), some men of letters only. The name given is in
+each case the takhallus (pen-name); each has some special significance,
+as Sauda, the folly of love, Momin, the believer, Zafar, the
+victorious; and frequently this name is introduced, by way of signature,
+into the closing stanza of a poem.
+
+ABRU: born at Lucknow, lived at Delhi, was a darwesh of the Order of
+Kalenders, and wrote an Urdu Diwan much appreciated for the ingenious
+allegories in which it abounds.
+
+AMIR: Amir Minai of Rampur, one of the best poets of the latest period:
+a great mystical poet: his Qasidahs for Muhammad are sung by devotees:
+Court poet of Rampur: travelled to Mecca and Medina, and, after the
+death of his patron, Nawab Kalbe Ali Khan, came to Hyderabad on hearing
+of the Nizam's fame and interest in poetry: rival of Dagh, by whose
+side he lies buried in Hyderabad.
+
+ARZU: a poet of Gwalior, where he held an important Government post
+in the days of Shah Alam II. (r. 1759-1806). He wrote his poems mostly
+in Persian, and was the author of a Dictionary of Mystical words.
+
+ASIF: pen-name of H.H. Mir Mahbub Ali Khan, Nizam of Hyderabad, who
+died in 1911: pupil of the poet Dagh (q.v.) and was an esteemed poet,
+and patron of poets.
+
+DAGH: a court poet of Rampur: went to Hyderabad and became the teacher
+of the Nizam in poetry (see Asif): lived there in great honour as Poet
+Laureate, and was given the title of Fasih-ul-Mulk (the eloquence of
+the nation): his poetry is described as natural and graceful in
+expression: his proficiency was so great that no poet could stand
+against him in the Mushaira: he was of extraordinary wit.
+
+FIGHAN: of Delhi: was the foster-brother of the Emperor Ahmad Shah
+(r. 1748-1754) and was one of the principal officers at the Imperial
+Court: famous for his piquant and witty conversation, and greatly
+skilled in jeux de mots, at which he spent his days and nights.
+
+GHALIB: came of a distinguished Turk family of Samarkand: wrote in
+Persian as well as in Urdu, and held the position of Poet Laureate
+at the Court of Bahadur Shah (r. 1837-1857) the last Mogul Emperor.
+
+HALI: a modern poet: pupil of Ghalib: recently dead: greatly admired,
+chiefly by the Muslims, for his poems calling for Muslim and Indian
+renascence. He received from the British Government the title of
+Shams-ul-ulema.
+
+HASAN: Mir Shulam Hasan, born at Delhi: passed his youth in Faizabad
+and then came to Lucknow to join the literary circle there: was as
+handsome in person as in mind, and his verse is still popular.
+
+HATIM: one of the early poets: born about 1700, he lived till near
+the end of the century: a soldier by profession, but in his old age
+renounced the world and became a darwesh: his cell was near the gate
+of the Imperial Palace, and many persons resorted to him for counsel.
+
+INSHA: born in Murshedabad, lived in Lucknow about the end of the 18th
+century: enjoyed the favour of Prince Suleiman Shikoh: wrote verse
+in Turkish, Arabic, Persian, but was most famous for his Urdu poems,
+which are elegant in style and conception.
+
+JURAT: of Delhi, celebrated for his skill in music, astronomy and
+poetry: became blind when still young: was pensioned by the Nawab
+Muhabbat Khan and afterwards by Suleiman Shikoh: author of an enormous
+volume of Urdu poetry composed of ghazals and of love-poems in the
+modern taste. Wrote satires on the rain, the cold, smallpox, etc.
+Versed in Hindu as well as Muslim poetry.
+
+MAZHAR: of Delhi: family originally from Bokhara: learned in
+jurisprudence as well as poetry: many favourite poets were his pupils:
+was a Sunni, made profession of spiritual poverty, and was even reputed
+to be able to work miracles: was killed by a fanatic because he
+disagreed with the Shiah mourning for the death of Hussein: died in
+1780, aged nearly a hundred years.
+
+MIR DARD: author of a famous Urdu diwan: skilled in the sacred music
+as sung at the assemblies of the Sufis: lived the life of a sage, the
+Padishah often coming to him for counsel, though he himself never
+sought the Emperor's Court.
+
+MIR SOZ: of Bokhari ancestry, had to leave his country in time of peril
+in the dress of a fakir: came to Lucknow, where he became tutor
+to the Nawab Asaf-ud-Daula.
+
+MIR TAQI: born at Agra, in his later days lived at Lucknow, under the
+protection of the Nawab of Oudh: wrote many kinds of verse, but excelled
+in the ghazal and the masnawi, and was the author of a biography of
+poets: wrote his own autobiography in Persian, and also Persian poetry.
+
+MOMIN: of Delhi: author of six long masnawis: skilled in medicine,
+astronomy and astrology, and deeply read in poetry: at first lived
+a gay and reckless life, in his old age gave himself to prayer and
+fasting, and acquired great contemporary fame: his work is considered
+to be the most delicate flower of Urdu expression.
+
+MUSHAFI: belonged to a distinguished family of Amroha: lived at first
+at Lucknow, then went to Delhi: there he held famous literary reunions,
+at which gathered many poets of whom he was the inspirer and teacher.
+
+MUZTAR: born and educated at Lucknow: his ancestors occupied an
+honourable rank at Delhi: was a pupil of Mushafi.
+
+NASIKH: of Calcutta: belonged to the latter half of the 19th century:
+Deputy Magistrate and Member of the Legislative Council of Bengal.
+
+SAUDA: born at Delhi about 1720: a soldier by profession: much esteemed
+in his lifetime, and was a favourite at Court: excelled in all kinds
+of poetry, chiefly the ghazal, the qasidah, and satire.
+
+TABAN: of Delhi: as famous for his beauty as for his poetic talent:
+pupil of Hatim, and was a friend of Mazhar and Sauda: was descended
+from the Prophet on both father's and mother's side.
+
+WALI: of the Deccan, the first to write an Urdu Diwan: is considered
+the Father of Urdu poetry: born at Aurungabad, wrote in the latter
+half of the 17th century. He held a just balance between Sunnis and
+Shiahs, and did not flatter any Ruler in his verses. He knew the
+literature and art of Europe and wrote many mystical and spiritual
+poems.
+
+YAKRANG: one of the officers of the Emperor Muhammad Shah (r. 1719-48):
+lived in dignity and honour at Delhi.
+
+ZAHIR: a well-known modern poet, lived at Rampur at the Court of Nawab
+Kalbe Ali Khan, afterwards at the Court of the Nawab of Tonk, and
+finally at Hyderabad, in the literary circle of the Nizam, by whom
+he was much appreciated and rewarded.
+
+ZAUQ: a celebrated poet at the Court of Bahadur Shah (r. 1837-57):
+was his teacher in the arts of verse: compiler of an anthology Of poems:
+is said to have written one hundred thousand verses: is still highly
+popular and much quoted.
+
+ZAFAR: or Bahadur Shah, was the Padishah of Delhi, the last Mogul
+Emperor, and lived 1768-1862: son of Akbar II.: was over 60 years of
+age when he came to the throne: himself a poet and a good judge of
+music and painting, he gathered round him literary men and artists:
+of fine countenance and distinguished manners, and extremely loved
+and admired by his subjects: skilled in all kinds of poetry, and some
+of his ghazals continue to be popular: author of a voluminous Diwan,
+and a Commentary on the Gulistan of Saadi: a clever caligraphist, wrote
+with his own hand passages from the Koran for the ornamentation of
+the principal Mosque of Delhi. His son Dara was also a poet. At the
+Mutiny in 1857 he was taken prisoner and sent to Rangoon: there he
+continued to write verses, and died at an advanced age. His portrait,
+which forms the frontispiece to this book, is from a miniature kindly
+lent by the Indian Section of the Victoria and Albert Museum, South
+Kensington.
+
+J.D.W.
+Dulwich Village, London.
+October, 1918.
+
+
+
+
+I.
+
+
+Thou tak'st no heed of me,
+I am as naught to thee;
+ Cruel Beloved, arise!
+Lovely and languid thou,
+Sleep still upon thy brow,
+ Dreams in thine eyes.
+From out thy garment flows
+Fragrance of many a rose--
+ Airs of delight
+Caught in the moonlit hours
+Lying among the flowers
+ Through the long night.
+Look on my face how pale!
+Will naught my love avail?
+ Naught my desire?
+Hold it as gold that is
+Cleansed of impurities
+ Tried in the fire.
+Pity my heart distrest,
+Caught by that loveliest
+ Tress of thine hair,
+So that I fear the shade
+Even by thine eyebrows made
+ O'er eyes so fair.
+
+ABRU.
+
+
+
+
+II.
+
+
+Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory of me
+ Long after my death,
+For thou dwelt at my heart, and my blood nourished thee,
+ Thou wert warmed by my breath.
+
+My heart has disgraced me by clamour and wailing for years
+ And tossing in pain,
+Mine eyes lost their honour by shedding these torrents of tears
+ Like fast-falling rain.
+
+O Wind of Disaster, destroy not the home of my heart
+ With the blasts of thine ire,
+For there I have kindled to burn in a chamber apart
+ My Lamp of Desire.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+III.
+
+
+Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor,
+ Then might I rest;
+I cannot govern her, nor can I master
+ The heart within my breast.
+
+I cast myself upon the ground in anguish
+ Wounded and sore,
+Yet longed to have two hearts that she might pierce them,
+ That I might suffer more.
+
+Utterly from her heart hath she erased me,
+ No marks remain,
+So there shall be no grave from which my ashes
+ May greet her steps again.
+
+O cruel One, when once your glances smote me,
+ Why turn your head?
+It were more merciful to let their arrows
+ Pierce me and strike me dead.
+
+No tomb, Amir, could give my dust oblivion,
+ No rest was there:
+And when they told her I had died of sorrow,
+ She did not know--nor care.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+
+This Life is less than shadows; if thou yearn
+ To know and find the God thou worshippest,
+From all the varying shows of being turn
+ To that true Life which is unmanifest.
+
+Beware, O travellers, dangerous is Life's Way
+ With lures that call, illusion that deceives,
+For set to snare the voyagers that stray
+ Are fortresses of robbers, lairs of thieves.
+
+The seer's eyes look on the cup of wine
+ And say--We need no more thy drunkenness;
+An exaltation that is more divine,
+ Another inspiration, we possess.
+
+O praise not peacock youth; it flits away
+ And leaves us but the ashes of regret,
+A disappointed heart, a memory,
+ An empty foolish pride that lingers yet.
+
+Upon the path, Amir, we journey far,
+ Weary the road where mankind wandereth;
+O tell me, does it lead through Life's bazar,
+ Or is it the dread gate and house of Death?
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+V.
+
+
+Here can my heart no longer rest;
+ It tells my happy destiny,
+Towards Medina lies my quest,
+ The Holy Prophet summons me.
+
+I should not marvel if for flight
+ Upon my shoulders wings should start,
+My body is so gay and light
+ With this new gladness in my heart.
+
+My weary patience nears its end;
+ Unresting heart, that yearns and loves,
+Convey me far to meet my friend
+ Within Medina's garden groves.
+
+My spirit shall not faint nor tire,
+ Although by many tender bands
+My country holds me, I desire
+ The journey through the desert sands.
+
+By day and night forever now
+ I burn in Love's hot furnace breath,
+Although there gather on my brow
+ The cold and heavy sweats of death.
+
+And ever in my home in Hind
+ At dawn's first light, at evenfall,
+I hear upon the desert wind
+ The Prophet of Arabia call.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+
+The light is in mine eyes,
+Within my heart I feel Thy joy arise,
+From gate to inmost shrine
+This palace of my soul is utterly Thine.
+
+O longing seeking eyes,
+He comes to you in many a varied guise,
+If Him you cannot find
+The shame be yours, O eyes that are so blind.
+
+I as His mirror glow
+Bearing His image in my heart, and know
+That glowing clear in His
+The image of my heart reflected is.
+
+O drink the Wine of Love,
+And in the Assembly of Enlightened move,
+Let not the darkness dim
+Fall like a curtain 'twixt thy soul and Him.
+
+Who gives away his soul
+Forgets his petty self and wins the whole,
+Losing himself outright
+He finds himself in the Eternal Light.
+
+Crazy art thou, Amir,
+To wait before His gate in hope and fear;
+For never in thy pain
+Shall He yield up thy ravished heart again.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+
+ How can I dare profess
+I am the lover whom Thou dost prefer!
+Thou art the essence of all loveliness,
+And I Thy very humblest worshipper.
+
+ Upon the Judgment Day
+So sweet Thy mercy shall to sinners prove,
+That envying them even the Saints shall say--
+Would we were sinners thus to know Thy love!
+
+ When in the quest for Thee
+The heart shall seek among the pious throng,
+Thy voice shall call--If Thou desirest me
+Among the sinners I have dwelt for long.
+
+ At the great Reckoning
+Mighty the wicked who before Thy throne
+Shall come for judgment; little can I bring,
+No store of good nor evil deeds I own.
+
+ Among the thorns am I
+A thorn, among the roses am a rose,
+Friend among friends in love and amity,
+ Foe among foes.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+VIII.
+
+
+I shall not try to flee the sword of Death,
+ Nor fearing it a watchful vigil keep,
+It will be nothing but a sigh, a breath,
+ A turning on the other side to sleep.
+
+Through all the close entanglements of earth
+ My spirit shaking off its bonds shall fare
+And pass, and rise in new unfettered birth,
+ Escaping from this labyrinth of care.
+
+Within the mortal caravan-serai
+ No rest and no abiding place I know,
+I linger here for but a fleeting day,
+ And at the morrow's summoning I go.
+
+What are these bonds that try to shackle me?
+ Through all their intricate chains my way I find,
+I travel like a wandering melody
+ That floats untamed, untaken, on the wind.
+
+From an unsympathetic world I flee
+ To you, your love and fellowship I crave,
+O Singers dead, Sauda and Mushafi,
+ I lay my song as tribute on your grave.
+
+AMIR.
+
+
+
+
+IX.
+
+
+Of no use is my pain to her nor me:
+For what disease is love the remedy?
+My heart that may not to her love attain
+Is humble, and would even crave disdain.
+O traitrous heart that my destruction sought
+And me to ruin and disaster brought!
+As, when the chain of life is snapt in twain,
+Never shall it be linked, so ne'er again
+My utterly broken heart shall be made whole.
+I cannot tear the Loved One from my soul,
+Nor can I leave my heart that clings to her.
+O Asif, am I not Love's minister!
+Who has such courage in Love's ways to dare!
+What heart like mine such bitterness can bear!
+
+ASIF.
+
+
+
+
+X.
+
+
+The eyes of the narcissus win new light
+ From gleams that in Thy rapturous eyes they trace,
+The flame is but a moth with fluttering flight
+ Drawn by the lovelier lustre of Thy face.
+
+This shifting House of Mirrors where we dwell
+ Under Thy charm a fairy palace seems:
+Who hath not fallen tangled in Thy spell
+ Beguiled by visions, wandering in dreams!
+
+The hearts of all Thy captive lovers stray
+ Hither and thither driven by whims of Thine,
+Sometimes within the Kaaba courts to pray,
+ Sometimes to worship at the Idols' Shrine.
+
+O Asif, thou hast known such grief and shame,
+ Shrinking beneath the cruel scourge of Love,
+That all the earth will hail thee with acclaim
+ As most courageous of the sons thereof.
+
+ASIF.
+
+
+
+
+XI.
+
+
+When shall the mocking world withhold its blame,
+ When shall men cease to darken thus my name,
+ Calling the love which is my pride, my shame!
+
+O Judge, let me my condemnation see;
+ Whose names are written on my death decree?--
+ The names of all who have been friends to me.
+
+What hope to reach the Well-Beloved's door,
+ The dear lost dwelling that I knew of yore;
+ I stumbled once; I can return no more.
+
+The joy of love no heart can feel alone,
+ The fire of love at first unseen, unknown,
+ In flames of love from either side is blown.
+
+O Asif, tread thy pathway carefully
+ Across this difficult world; for, canst thou see,
+ A further journey is awaiting thee.
+
+ASIF.
+
+
+
+
+XII.
+
+
+I ask that God in justice punish me
+With death, if my love waver or grow less;
+ Faithful am I indeed--
+How can you comprehend such faithfulness?
+
+To you alone I offer up my heart,
+To any other what have I to give?
+ No light demand I make,
+What answer will you grant that I may live?
+
+If on the last dread Day of Reckoning
+I think of you, and in my heart there shine
+ The beauty of your face,
+God's Beatific Vision shall be mine.
+
+Once I had friends, now none are left to me;
+I see none else but you, because my heart
+ Has wholly fled to you,
+And thus I walk the ways of Earth apart.
+
+I, Asif, am the chief of sinners held,
+This dark dishonour will I not deny,
+ But glory in my shame;
+Where is another sinner such as I?
+
+ASIF.
+
+
+
+
+XIII.
+
+
+O changing Wheel of Fate, still let there last
+Before our eager eyes, still let there burn,
+This vision of the world; when we have passed
+ There shall be no return.
+
+I thought that, leaving thee, rest would be mine,
+My lost tranquillity I might regain,
+But separation brings no anodyne,
+ And kills me with its pain.
+
+How can I traffic in Love's busy mart?
+Thou hast won from me more than stores of gold;
+That I may bargain, give me back the heart
+ Thy cruel fingers hold.
+
+O heart desirous, in Love's perilous way
+Thy journey take and in his paths abide,
+And thou mayst find perchance, lest thou should stray,
+ Awaiting thee, a guide.
+
+DAGH.
+
+
+
+
+XIV.
+
+
+ O Weaver of Excuses, what to thee
+Are all the promises that thou hast made,
+The truth derided, and the faith betrayed,
+ And all thy perfidy?
+
+ Sometimes thou sayest--Come at eventide:
+And when the evening falls, thou sayest--Dawn
+Was when I called thee. Even when night is gone
+ I wait unsatisfied.
+
+ When in thy haughty ear they did commend
+Me as the faithfullest of all thy train,
+Thou saidst--I hold such lovers in disdain,
+ I scoff at such a friend.
+
+ O Mischief-maker, passing-on thy way
+So lovely is thy mien, all creatures must
+Cry out--It is debarred to things of dust
+ To walk so winningly.
+
+ Why shouldst thou keep from tyranny anew?
+Why shouldst thou not betray another one?
+What matter if he die? Thou hast but done
+ What thou wast born to do.
+
+ Who cares not for his heart nor for his creed
+Is the idolater. His worthless name
+Is Dagh. O Fair Ones, look upon his shame!
+ He is disgraced indeed.
+
+DAGH.
+
+
+
+
+XV.
+
+
+Thy love permits not my complaint to rise,
+It reaches to my lips, and then it dies.
+Now, helpless heart, I cannot aid thee more,
+And thus for thee God's pity must implore.
+
+Seest thou not how much disgrace and pain
+The scornful world has heaped upon us twain,
+On thee for beauty and the sins thereof,
+On me for this infirmity of love.
+
+Oft-times she will not speak to me at all,
+Or if she deign to speak, the words that fall
+Cold from her haughty lips are words of blame:
+--I know thee not--I have not heard thy name!
+
+Deep in my memory was graved the trace
+Of all I suffered since I saw thy face;
+But now, Beloved, thou hast come to me,
+I have erased the record utterly.
+
+With empty hands all mortal men are whirled
+Through Death's grim gate into the other world:
+This is my pride that it is granted me
+To carry with me my desire for thee.
+
+They say when I complain of all I bore
+--It is thy kismet, what would'st thou have more?
+My rivals also bear thy tyranny,
+Saying--It is her custom and must be!
+
+DAGH.
+
+
+
+
+XVI.
+
+
+I met you and the pain of separation was forgot,
+And all I should have kept in mind my heart remembered not.
+
+What cruelty and scorn I in your bitter letters knew!
+No love was there; O Gracious One, have you forgotten too?
+
+Strange is the journey that my soul by wanton Love was led,
+Two steps were straight and clear, and four forgotten were instead.
+
+There was some blundering o'er my fate at the Great Reckoning;
+You have forgot, O Keeper of the Record, many a thing.
+
+You took my heart, but left my life behind: O see you not
+What thing you have remembered, and what thing you have forgot?
+
+To meet Annihilation's sword is the most happy lot
+That man can gain, for all the joys of earth has he forgot.
+
+A Muslim on the path of Love beside a Kafir trod,
+And one forgot the Kaaba, one the Temple of his God.
+
+DAGH.
+
+
+
+
+XVII.
+
+
+What happiness is to the lover left
+ Of peace bereft,
+What freedom for his captive heart remains
+ Held in her chains?
+
+Sometimes unto the mountain peaks he goes
+ Driven by his woes,
+Sometimes within the barren wilderness
+ Hides his distress.
+
+Curses on Love, and may his home disgraced
+ Be laid in waste!
+To me the world and all the joys I sought
+ Are less than naught.
+
+Gladly, O Executioner, to Death
+ I yield my breath;
+And only wonder who shall after me
+ Thy victim be!
+
+FIGHAN.
+
+
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+
+If you should meet the Loved One as you stray,
+O give my letter secretly to her,
+ Then haste away
+And do not tell my name, O Messenger.
+
+O Morning Winds that from the garden blow,
+Should you meet one like me forlorn and sad,
+ On him bestow
+The peace and solace I have never had.
+
+O Eyes that weep and weep unsatisfied,
+That shed such floods, yet never find relief,
+ O stem your tide
+Lest you should drown the world in seas of grief.
+
+She need not have one anxious doubt of me,
+She need not fear my further wanderings--
+ How can I flee?
+How can a bird escape, deprived of wings?
+
+FIGHAN.
+
+
+
+
+XIX.
+
+
+How difficult is the thorny way of strife
+That man hath stumbled in since time began,
+And in the tangled business of this life
+How difficult to play the part of man.
+
+When She decrees there should exist no more
+My humble cottage, through its broken walls,
+And cruelly drifting in the open door,
+The frozen rain of desolation falls.
+
+O mad Desire, why dost thou flame and burn
+And bear my Soul further and further yet
+To the Beloved; then, why dost thou turn
+To bitter disappointment and regret?
+
+Such light there gleams from the Beloved's face
+That every eye becomes her worshipper,
+And every mirror, looking on her grace,
+Desires to be the frame enclosing her.
+
+Unhappy lovers, slaves of cruel chance,
+In this grim place of slaughter strange indeed
+Your joy to see unveiled her haughty glance
+That flashes like the scimitar of Ede.
+
+When I had hardly drawn my latest breath,
+Pardon she asked for killing me. Alas,
+How soon repentance followed on my death,
+How quick her unavailing sorrow was!
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+XX.
+
+
+I grant you will not utterly forget,
+I hold you not unheeding and unjust,
+ But ere you hear my prayer
+I shall be dead and turned to senseless dust.
+
+How little can one eager sigh attain
+To touch thine icy heart to tenderness!
+ Who can live long enough
+To win the beauty of thy curling tress?
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+XXI.
+
+
+The high ambition of the drop of rain
+Is to be merged in the unfettered sea;
+My sorrow when it passed all bounds of pain,
+Changing, became itself the remedy.
+
+Behold how great is my humility!
+Under your cruel yoke I suffered sore;
+Now I no longer feel thy tyranny
+I hunger for the pain that then I bore.
+
+Why did the fragrance of the flowers outflow
+If not to breathe with benediction sweet
+Across her path? Why did the soft wind blow
+If not to kiss the ground before her feet?
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+XXII.
+
+
+I had a thousand desires, for each of them I would have died,
+ And what did I gain?
+So many indeed are fulfilled, but how many beside
+ Insatiate remain!
+
+We have known of the tale of how Adam to exile was driven;
+ More shameful in truth
+Is my fate to be cast from the garden more favoured than Heaven
+ Where she walks in her youth.
+
+That living and dying in love are but one I have proved,
+ This only know I
+That I live by the sight of the beauty of her the Beloved
+ For whom I would die.
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+
+How long will she thus stand unveiled before me,
+Shrinking and shy in maidenly distress,
+How long, my dazzled eyes, can ye contemplate
+ Her blinding loveliness!
+
+No rest is for my heart by love tormented,
+It cannot even win the peace of death;
+How long shall it endure with resignation
+ The pain it suffereth!
+
+Like shifting shadows come the great and mighty,
+And live their splendid day, and hurry past;
+And who can tell how long the changing pageant
+ Of fleeting life shall last!
+
+O look on me, unhappy Asif, driven
+As dust before the wind across the street;
+How long has Love ordained that I should suffer
+ Beneath the passing feet.
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+THE WIDOW.
+
+
+I call on Death, for Life is my distress,
+And I myself a load of weariness
+Weighing upon myself. Helpless am I;
+Dared I to weep, then never would run dry
+The fountains of my grief: I cannot speak:
+Even the occupation that I seek
+Goads me and wearies me. A jungle drear
+This world and all its moving crowds appear,
+And I the loneliest of all things on Earth,
+Yea, lonely in the household of my birth.
+Tired am I of my suffering through the years,
+Even as mine eyes are wearied of their tears.
+Spring comes again and brings the cooling breeze,
+And Autumn with the rain among the trees,
+Fair Summer with its moonlit nights of gold,
+And Winter with its sweet and gentle cold;
+These come and go, with morn and even-fall,
+How can I tell how I have passed them all?
+ Well, I have borne them all!
+
+Hope gleamed awhile, but fled unsatisfied,
+The flower sprang up, but drooped and fruitless died:
+The silver bow of Ede shone above all,
+But never came the looked-for Festival:
+I saw the splendour of the season wane,
+Never the benediction of the rain
+Fell on my parched heart: the thunder loud
+Pealed from the bosom of the darkened cloud,
+But never came the long-desired rain:
+I sought the fruit upon the tree in vain,
+The thorn smote deep into my heart instead:
+Across the desert wastes of sands I sped
+Seeing the silver watercourses gleam,
+But it was all a vision and a dream,
+And thirsting in the desert I was left
+ Lone and bereft.
+
+HALI.
+
+
+
+
+XXV.
+
+
+Like silver torrents flow thy words to me,
+But ah--I have no voice to answer thee.
+
+My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire,
+Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?
+
+Thy promises are broken every day,
+Yet--See my faithfulness!--I hear you say.
+
+Candle-like wastes my body all these days
+My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.
+
+O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung,
+Yet never from my heart my tale was wrung,
+My secret grief can never find a tongue.
+
+HASAN.
+
+
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+
+I cannot rise to follow her,
+ Here in the dust is my abode,
+For I am but her foot-print left
+ Lying forgotten in the road.
+
+Where are repose and patience gone?
+ Where is my honour, held so fair?
+All these are naught to me--I dwell
+ In the black chambers of Despair!
+
+INSHA.
+
+
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+
+How can I win that Hidden One
+ Who sits within the secret place?
+For even in my very dreams
+ She wears the veil upon her face.
+
+What heart is there in all the world
+ Can bear thy cruel tyranny?
+Keep then this broken heart of mine
+ That thus thou mayst remember me!
+
+JURAT.
+
+
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+
+What kind of comforter art thou to me?
+What help and solace in calamity?
+No wound is there upon my bruised heart
+But thou hast touched to make it sting and smart!
+
+But yet, Beloved One, I ask in pain
+When is the hour when thou wilt come again?
+My soul cries out to thee in bitter need
+--When wilt thou come--or wilt thou come indeed?
+
+O Saki, do not pass my goblet by,
+Although the feast is spread its lip is dry.
+Be careful, O my tears, lest you should tell
+The world my secret that you know too well.
+
+O Sorrow, in thy tangled paths I go,
+The Kaaba's gateway I no longer know,
+But bend my head wherever I see rise
+The arch that curves o'er the Beloved's eyes.
+
+MIR.
+
+
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+
+ To whom shall I relate
+The weary story of my sorrowful love?
+ O Friend, this is my fate,
+This is the record of the pain thereof.
+
+ I prayed in vain to her;
+She said--You weary me, I hear thy prayer,
+ It is thy messenger,
+But when it pleads with me I do not care.
+
+ I said--Never again
+Canst thou forget my faithfulness to thee;
+ She answered in disdain
+--What mean thy love and faithfulness to me?
+
+ Life called to me
+Telling me earth is full of hope and bliss,
+ Now undeceived I see
+How foolish I to seek a world like this.
+
+MIR SOZ.
+
+
+
+
+XXX.
+
+
+Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved,
+Brooding upon the idol that I loved,
+Mourning its loss. Now like a bird am I,
+That painted in a picture cannot fly
+Nor move nor sing; my heart is so outworn
+With all the lingering sorrow I have borne.
+Within my heart thy presence I have felt,
+Within mine eyes, Beloved, thou hast dwelt
+For long long days. Who taught thee for a shrine
+To choose a heart so desolate as mine?
+Long time I told my friends my bitter grief,
+And in the telling sought to find relief;
+In silence now instead I take my rest,
+And find that peace and loneliness are best.
+
+MIR TAQI.
+
+
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+
+Wherever the Beloved looks she stirs
+ Trouble and longing sore and eager breath
+And deep desire in all her worshippers,
+ And some for her have drunk the cup of Death.
+
+O Night of Separation, darkest night
+ Of deepest grief, thy cruelty shall cease;
+To-morrow I shall greet the dawning light
+ Within the city of Eternal Peace.
+
+O threatening Whirlwind rolling on thy way,
+ I shall unloose thy knot, if thou but dare
+With angry gusts to toss and disarray
+ A single curl of the Beloved's hair.
+
+Sometimes her beauty goads and maddens me,
+ I cannot bear her cruel loveliness,
+But turn her mirror that she may not see;
+ Why should I let her double my distress?
+
+Hearken, O Momin, all thy life is done!
+ In idol-worship at the Temple thou
+Hast spent thy days, and thus thy years have run:
+ How canst thou call thyself a Muslim now?
+
+MOMIN.
+
+
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+
+I, like a wandering bubble,
+ Am blown here and there
+Shifting and changing and fashioned
+ Of water and air.
+
+Thou turnest thy face, O Beloved,
+ I cannot tell why,
+Art thou shy of a mirror, Beloved?
+ Thy mirror am I!
+
+When over her face she unloosened
+ The dusk of her hair,
+What need had the world of the cloud-wreaths,
+ They fled in despair.
+
+MUSHAFI.
+
+
+
+
+XXXIII.
+
+
+No man hath ever passed
+ Into the Country of Eternal Rest
+ With every longing stilled.
+Who hath not lingering cast
+ Long looks behind, and in his eager breast
+ Held many a secret yearning unfulfilled?
+
+Ah, Mushafi, to thee
+ Silence and thought in solitude are best,
+ For thou hast known
+That laurel crowns are idle vanity;
+ There is no worldly rank thou covetest,
+ And what to thee is Suleiman's high throne?
+
+MUSHAFI.
+
+
+
+
+XXXIV.
+
+
+Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years?
+For cruel youth hath brought passion and bitter tears.
+
+To the Creator now I from the dust complain--
+Beauty, the thing he made, brings with it only pain.
+
+Long I desired and dreamed, waiting with eager breath,
+But ere she came to me, Fate sent the sleep of Death.
+
+To God as servitor I my devotion gave,
+Now Love hath taken me, bound me to be his slave.
+
+I, Muztar, die with grief, yearning unsatisfied,
+Still hangs the purdah's fold I cannot draw aside,
+Nor lift the needless veil woven of shame and pride.
+
+MUZTAR.
+
+
+
+
+XXXV.
+
+
+The fire of love I for my idol know
+ Within my bosom hides,
+As in the mountain 'neath its crust of snow
+ The flame abides.
+
+Long have I yearned in vain to kiss her feet,
+ I lay my weary head
+Down in the dust, that thus my lips may greet
+ Where she may tread.
+
+No wealth have I, but like the moth I live:
+ Since love demands a price,
+I, like the moth, have but my life to give
+ In sacrifice.
+
+How has my bird-like soul been stricken low,
+ Pierced to the very heart!
+My love has used instead of bolt and bow
+ A deadlier dart.
+
+NASIKH.
+
+
+
+XXXVI.
+
+
+The wound upon my heart glows bright and clear
+ With such a steady and unwavering light
+That in the darkness I shall have no fear
+ And need no lamp to guide my steps aright.
+
+When of the darkness of the grave I hear,
+ The night of death, and all the pangs thereof,
+I reck not, for one thing alone I fear--
+ The night of separation from my Love.
+
+NASIKH.
+
+
+
+
+XXXVII.
+
+
+Shall I or shall I not console my heart
+ And win relief?
+Or shall I sit in solitude apart
+ Nursing my grief?
+
+O hear, while of my life now nearly done
+ Some sparks remain!
+Soon I may be, who knows, O Cruel One,
+ Speechless with pain.
+
+How can I to the fisher speak my thought?
+ Her snares are set,
+My fish-like heart is by her lashes caught,
+ As in a net.
+
+Look on my sorrowful mien, O Love, and tell
+ My hopelessness,
+None of the manifold troubles that befell
+ Can I express.
+
+Fair is the garden, Sauda, to thy view,
+ More fair appears
+Her dwelling; let me all its ways bedew
+ With happy tears.
+
+SAUDA.
+
+
+
+
+XXXVIII.
+
+
+I am no singer rapt in ecstasy,
+Nor yet a sighing listener am I,
+I am the nightingale that used to sing
+In joy, but now am mute, remembering.
+
+I know the drop within the ocean hides,
+But know not in what place my soul abides:
+I cannot read the hidden mystery--
+Whence came I, whither go I, what am I.
+
+My friends have paid due reverence at my grave,
+And held my dust as sacred, for I gave
+My humble life to the Beloved's sword,
+Killed by her beauty, martyred by her word.
+
+I deemed life was tranquillity and rest,
+I find it but a never-ending quest;
+And I, who sat in quietude and peace,
+Toil on a journey that shall never cease.
+
+SHAMSHAD.
+
+
+
+
+XXXIX.
+
+
+Repent not, for repentance is in vain,
+ And what is done is done;
+What shouldst thou reck of me and all my pain?
+ For what is done is done.
+
+They said to her--Behold him, he is dead!
+ How did he lose his life, unhappy one?
+--O bury him deep in the grave, she said,
+ For what is done is done.
+
+This is the pain of love that I have caught,
+ And what is done is done;
+A thousand remedies avail me naught,
+ And what is done is done.
+
+For love I gave the honour of my name,
+ And Good and Evil are to me as one;
+Let all the world chastise me with its blame,
+ For what is done is done.
+
+The dust of Taban we could find no more,
+ But yet nor rest nor respite hath he won;
+His breath, his soul, floats round thee as before,
+ And--what is done is done.
+
+TABAN.
+
+
+
+
+XL.
+
+
+O Lovely One, when to the ravished sight
+Thou wilt unveil that radiant face of thine,
+Each atom of the worlds, catching thy light,
+Reflecting thee, bright as a sun shall shine.
+
+Walk not, my flower, within the garden close,
+Lest thou should give the bulbul new distress;
+For at thy glance each blossom turns a rose
+To lure him with her cruel loveliness.
+
+Victorious One, thou hast unsheathed thy sword,
+The scimitar of thy beauty gleams again,
+So over all thy lovers thou art Lord,
+Holding dominion in the hearts of men.
+
+Art thou serene and calm and unafraid
+When thou considerest thy tyranny?
+Think of the reckoning that shall be made
+Between thy heart and mine at Judgment Day.
+
+WALI.
+
+
+
+
+XLI.
+
+
+O ask not frigid Piety to dwell
+ In the same house with Youth and warm Desire;
+It were as idle as if one should tell
+ Water to be a comrade of the Fire.
+
+O say not only that the Loved One left
+ My lonely heart, and fled beyond recall;
+But I of rest and patience am bereft,
+ And losing Her I am deprived of all.
+
+Take heed, O Hunter, though within thy net
+ Thou hold this bird, my soul, with many bands,
+I struggle sore, for Freedom lures me yet,
+ And may escape from out thy cruel hands.
+
+YAKRANG.
+
+
+
+
+XLII.
+
+
+Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown
+ And made me king of kings,
+Or dressed me in the tattered darwesh gown,
+ Poorest of earthly things.
+
+O that I were thy fool to do thy will,
+ Simple and led by thee!
+What meaning have my knowledge and my skill,
+ They have no worth to me.
+
+Lo, thou hast made me as the dust that flies
+ Unheeded in the street,
+O were I that which in her pathway lies,
+ Trodden beneath her feet!
+
+My heart is as it were to fringes shred,
+ Such wounds it had to bear;
+Would that it were the comb, to touch her head,
+ To tend her perfumed hair!
+
+Long have I known that it was thy design
+ To burn my soul outright;
+O may at least the happy fate be mine
+ To be the Tavern light!
+
+ZAFAR.
+
+
+
+
+XLIII.
+
+
+Mine eyes were shut
+ And yet I saw the shining vision gleam;
+Now that mine eyes are opened, know I not
+ Was it a thought that held me--or a dream?
+
+Long to myself I said--It will be well,
+ When I can see her, I will tell my pain:
+Now she is here, what is there left to tell?
+ No griefs remain.
+
+Faithless she is to me, and pitiless,
+ Despotic and tyrannical she is,
+I looked for love, I looked for tenderness,
+ I leant on vain impossibilities.
+
+I listened to thy voice that stole to me
+ Across the curtain where thou satst apart,
+Desire came like a restless ecstasy,
+ A sorcery that fell upon my heart.
+
+When I had burst my prison, and was free,
+ I saw no fetters held me, and I found,
+O Zafar, that these chains that shackle me
+ Are ties of self wherewith my soul is bound.
+
+ZAFAR.
+
+
+
+
+XLIV.
+
+
+I care not if no rest nor peace remain,
+I have my cherished pain,
+I have my rankling love that knows no end,
+And need no other friend.
+I yearned with all my heart to hold her fast,
+She laughed, and fled, and passed!
+Lakhs of enchantments, scores of spells I wove,
+But useless was my love.
+I would have given my life to make her stay,
+She went away, away, she went away.
+Though I effaced myself in deed and thought
+And brought myself to naught,
+The dark and sundering curtain hangs between
+I cannot pierce the screen.
+And still I know behind the veil she hides,
+ And naught besides
+In all this changing Universe abides!
+
+ZAFAR.
+
+
+
+
+XLV.
+
+
+That I should find her after weary years,
+And that mine eyes should keep from happy tears,--
+ That is not possible, this is not possible.
+
+If she should come after these many days,
+And if my wondering eyes forget to gaze--
+ That is not possible, this is not possible.
+
+Sometimes I long to kiss my idol's face,
+Sometimes to clasp her in my wild embrace--
+ That is not possible, this is not possible.
+
+How can I let her seek my rival's door,
+How can I bear the friends I loved before--
+ That is not possible, this is not possible.
+
+O Zafar, does she bid me to return,
+And dare I, for I tremble and I burn--
+ That is not possible, this is not possible.
+
+ZAFAR.
+
+
+
+
+XLVI.
+
+
+Whence did the yearning of the soul arise,
+The longing to attain the Heavenly Sight?
+ Before what mortal eyes
+Was manifested the Eternal Light?
+
+When the soul understands and wakes to find
+Thou hast within the heart of man Thy throne,
+ It sees how arrogant and blind
+The self that but its mortal self hath known.
+
+Thou and I also were the seer and seen,
+When none beside existed. Thou and I
+ Have Lover and Beloved been
+Before this era of mortality.
+
+How strange the turns in Love's unending game,
+For neither Lover nor Beloved lit
+ The ever-burning flame:
+Whence was the spirit that enkindled it?
+
+The road that leads where pious pilgrims bow
+In Kaaba or in Temple, Thou hast laid;
+ And first of all wert Thou
+To tread the road that thou Thyself hadst made.
+
+ZAHIR.
+
+
+
+
+XLVII.
+
+
+Thy beauty flashes like a sword
+ Serene and keen and merciless;
+But great as is thy cruelty,
+ Even greater is thy loveliness.
+
+It is the gift of God to thee
+ This beauty rare and exquisite;
+Why dost thou hide it thus from me,
+ I shall not steal nor sully it.
+
+And as thy beauty shines, in Heaven
+ There climbs upon its path of fire
+The star that lights my rival's way,
+ And with it mounts his heart's desire.
+
+Even in thy house is jealousy,
+ Thy youth demands the lover's praise
+Over thy beauty, which itself
+ Is jealous of thy gracious ways.
+
+I died with joy when winningly
+ I heard the Well-Beloved call--
+Zahir, where is my beauty gone,
+ Thou must have robbed me after all.
+
+ZAHIR.
+
+
+
+
+XLVIII.
+
+
+O Tyrannous One, when from my heart was drawn
+ The fatal arrow, like a scarlet flood
+My life gushed forth; but yet the one word Hope
+ Was written in my blood.
+
+Why should the Cosmos turn its wheel of worlds
+ If not to search for thee eternally?
+Why should the tireless Sun arise each morn
+ If not to look for thee?
+
+Alas my fate! before you came to me
+ Already had I felt the touch of Death,
+Nor was I spared before thy worshipped feet
+ To offer up my breath.
+
+For long, throughout the world, I sought for thee,
+ Through weary years and ages of unrest;
+At last I found thee hidden in my arms
+ Within my breast!
+
+ZAUQ.
+
+
+
+
+FRAGMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+Each morn I see the Sun in majesty
+ Come back to shine thy rival as before,
+But O what ages has it taken thee
+ To come to me--if thou wilt come--once more!
+
+ARZU.
+
+
+
+
+Through Love did I the joy of life attain,
+ And walking in the way that He hath led
+I found the remedy to heal all pain;
+ Why therefore is my pain unremedied?
+
+GHALIB.
+
+
+
+
+O burnish well the mirror of thy heart
+ And make it fair,
+If thou desire the image of thy Love
+ To shine reflected there.
+
+HATIM.
+
+
+
+
+No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee,
+Nor do I blame my rivals for their part,
+I know my trouble causeless, yet I hearken
+To my unreasonable, doubting heart.
+
+MAZHAR.
+
+
+
+
+What thou hast done, never an enemy
+Would practise on a bitterly-hated foe;
+ And yet, my friend,
+I took thee for a friend, and did not know.
+
+MAZHAR.
+
+
+
+
+ Mayhap my sorrowful heart
+Did not deserve thou shouldst bestow on me
+Thy priceless love, but neither did it merit
+ Thy cruel tyranny.
+
+MAZHAR.
+
+
+
+
+She lightly laughed--And so is Mazhar dead?
+Alas, poor helpless one! I knew not I
+What was his trouble.--Then again she said
+--I did not think him ill enough to die.
+
+MAZHAR.
+
+
+
+
+If I behold her, I am mad,
+And if I see her not, I die;
+O Love, to tender hearts like mine
+Thou art a great calamity.
+
+MAZHAR.
+
+
+
+
+I ask for Allah's pardon, if I dare
+ To weigh and criticise what He hath done;
+But when He made thy beauty shining fair,
+ What need was there for Him to make the Sun?
+
+MIR DARD.
+
+
+
+
+In spring, O Bulbul, go not in thy grief
+ To seek the garden, wandering apart;
+ But wait--one day within thy very heart
+It shall arise, in bud and bloom and leaf.
+
+MIR SOZ.
+
+
+
+
+ Some friend of mine, may be,
+After my lonely death may let her see
+How foolish were her idle doubts of me;
+But no! how can I think the rolling Wheel of Fate
+Should turn to favour one so long unfortunate?
+
+MIR TAQI.
+
+
+
+
+I, like a poor fakir,
+Wander from door to door,
+Bearing my load of pain;
+But thou, O Ever-Dear,
+Thou comest never more
+Unto my door again.
+
+SAUDA.
+
+
+
+O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there
+Thou hast not in thy myriad cycles brought!
+Wilt thou, indeed, I wonder in despair,
+Bring me at last what I so long have sought?
+
+SAUDA.
+
+
+
+
+I longed that the Beloved might come to me,
+Or Patience come and in my heart remain;
+But neither came, and now at last I see
+The only constant friend I have is Pain.
+
+TABAN.
+
+
+
+
+False is she, breaker of all promises,
+ The heart's unending malady is she;
+ All this and more she is,
+And she herself the only remedy.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+Only in visions can I come again
+To the Beloved, and a shade she seems;
+My lips desire in vain
+The touch of ghostly kisses,
+The shadowy kisses that I know in dreams.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+O kind imagination, thou hast given
+ Eyes to my heart, and though She veil her grace
+Fold behind fold, they seek the hidden heaven,
+ They find the secret beauties of her face.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+I did not weep until my heart was lost,
+ So strange the bartering of love appears,
+I gave the shining jewel of my soul
+ To buy these pearls--my tears.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+The eyes say in reproach, O wayward heart,
+What road of ruin hast thou led us in!
+The heart complains, O eyes,
+Beguiled yourselves, ye lured me into sin.
+
+
+
+
+GLOSSARY.
+
+
+Bazar--market place.
+
+Bulbul--nightingale.
+
+Darwesh--devotee, dervish.
+
+Diwan--collection of poems.
+
+Ede--festival.
+
+Fakir--an ascetic in Islam.
+
+Ghazal--ode: form of verse written in couplets, all in one rhyme.
+
+Hind, Hindustan--Upper India, north of the Vindhya Hills.
+
+Islam--The religion of Muslims: lit. absolute surrender to Allah
+alone.
+
+Kaaba--central sanctuary of Islam, at Mecca, holy city of Islam.
+
+Kafir--unbeliever, one who is not a Muslim.
+
+Kismet--fate.
+
+Lakh--100,000: myriad.
+
+Masnawi--epic poem, written in rhymed couplets.
+
+Mecca, Medina--sacred places of Islam, in Arabia: the birthplace and
+burial place of Muhammad.
+
+Muhammad--the Prophet of Islam (A.D. 570-632).
+
+Mushaira--poetical concourse (see Foreword p. 1.).
+
+Muslim--or Musulman; lit. one surrendered to Allah alone.
+
+Prophet--see Muhammad.
+
+Purdah--curtain.
+
+Qasidah--elegy or eulogy.
+
+Saki--the cup-bearer, wine-giver.
+
+Sufi--see Foreword, p. 2.
+
+Suleiman--Solomon, King of the Jews: in Muslim legend lord over angels
+and demons.
+
+Takhallus--pen-name.
+
+Urdu--see Foreword, p. 3.
+
+
+
+
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