Nas Mi Afridhai Dhai..... My carnal natures an Afridi, Without a care for true religion; With good thoughts its not over-burdened, Being more prone to every evil. I teach it pious orthodoxy As steadily as did Dharweza But it goes on like Pir Roshan, To preach its cursed heresy. Sixty-two years by my accounting, Make up the full score of my age: Although my black hair is turned white Still theres no whiteness in my heart. Of these bright pearls there are no more Preserved within the ruby casket; No more do the narcissi shine, Nor do the wild pink roses blossom. I sleep the sleep of heedlessness, My head laid on a downy pillow, While those who used to lie beside me Have all gone down in to the grave. Many a ship has sunk beneath The Indus flood of transiency And many has it borne away Who once were my comrades and friends. What is this veil of wretchedness That seems to lie across my eyes ? Although it is all manifest I cannot clearly see the truth. Although my body is full of pain While there are doctors in this world, I die without seeking a cure May such behaviour be accurst! Alls gone, unless God grant his grace, And now hell-fire must be his place, For in Khushals life long decline Both self and Satan were conjoined.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 08:29:44 +0000
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