Bazeecha-e-itfal hai duniya meray aage Hota hai shab-o-roz tamasha meray aage The world is a children’s playground before me Night and Day, this theatre is enacted before me Ek khel hai aurang-e-Suleman meray nazdeek Ek baat hai aijaz-e-Masiha meray aage For me the flying throne of Solomon is a game And only talk, the miracles of Christ before me Hota hai nihan gard mein sahra meray hote Ghista hai jabeen khaak pe dariya meray aage Next to me, the wilderness is shamed into hiding in dust The servile river grovels in the dust before me Mat pooch ke kya haal hai mera teray peechey Tu dekh ke kya rang gait era meray aage Do not ask what my condition is without you Just look at your own comportment before me Nafrat ke gumaan guzre hai main rashk se guzra Kyunkar kahoon lo naam na unka meray aage I was presumed hostile where I am merely jealous Why should I say do not take that name before me Imaan mujhe roke hai jo kheenche hai mujhe kufr Kaaba mere peechhe hai kalisa meray aage Faith retards me, where idols lure me Kaaba is behind me, the church is before me Aashiq hoon pah mashooq farebi hai miraa kaam Majnun ko bura kahti hai Laila meray aage I desire, my craft is to seduce the desired The beloved Laila(Juliet) insults the lover Majnun(Romeo) before me Go haath ko jumbish nahin aankhon mein toh dum hai Rahne do abhi saaghar-o-meena meray aage Even when hands have no movement, sight retains vitality So leave the accoutrements of wine before me Ghalib
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 08:10:09 +0000
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