Leela-XX
 

Leela-XX


1

By jewels tempted, necklace bright
you craved,....so satam scores did cheat;
You lost your spouse through his deceir-
your era then of weo began.


2

The jewelis no jewel-nay,
nor necklace worth to tempt your heart;
Its origin is clay and bits
of glass it doth betray;
Cursed trinket, in its fine array
made many forme the loved-one part.-


3

Pendant of sorrow was, wath you
a necklace though to be;
Your lord decked your maid with grace
which he forme you withdrew.
May no dickord part lovers true
and union break in twain.-


4

By show she slipped....and by conceir
she fell, shattered was she;
World came to her, called her a fool
reproaches she did meet.
They burnt her heart with scorn to death-
her downfall was complete.-
All her youth's blossoms, fragrant,sweet
dried up with in her heart.


5

Exalted amongst friends; I was
the wise one in the land;
Something upset the balance-and
now I must hang my head.


6

I was in chanesar's domain
first lady, and at social feasts
First was I called, and always first,
until my heart grew vain;
He thrust me off..with shame and pain
now lowest in the land I am.


7

With chanesar's affection let
no waeton maiden play;
No place for coquetry is this
ilearnt to my regret-
His disapproval doth beget
sorrow for happy ones.


8

With zest, all lofry ones have decked,
thier necks with diamonds fine;
Hundred devices they employ
before the loved-one to shine;
But the beloved dose incline
to those who meekly walk.


9

Discard your former ways, be free
from all you learnt before;
Humility's scarf round your neck
do wear...with poverty
Do link yourself, Leela, and see
He'll never let you down.

10

Wise Leela, you have known so well
the nature of your Lord...
With diamonds round your neck, you thought
to cast on him a spell.-
In reading thoughts he does excel
Discerner He of hearts.

11

O God, let me not clever be,
clever ones sorrows see-
Loved-one all favours did to me
when I was simpleton.

12

The meeting place of twon, Elite
my house was formerly-
But when I diamonds touched, my spouse
did loathe my very sight;
All his affection vanished quite
and sorrow's reign commenced.-

13

The happiness that grows from mind
self-centred, cursed it be;
Unhappiness seek, which will find
the pricelesslove for thee!

14

Avoid to show off, argue not
with Chanesar.. beware-
To you nor me beloneth He
and many more are there,
Who once by Him much favoured were
and now weep at his door.-

15

Leela, if by beseeching Him
He won't forgive your fall-
Keep on beseeching more all more
on his compassion call-
Despair not, your pains he knows all-
immense His mercy is.-

16

Despair not, rise and cleanse the house;
prepare to sacrifice
Ancestors, 'Self' and all, there lies
the cleaning process true.-
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Mumal and Rano-XXI
 

Mumal and Rano-XXI

I

1

With love, all unalloyed, is dight
Yogi entirely-
Like image at rising sun
he flutters, he Kak, where with delight
virgins enlivened him.

2

The yogi looks like sun so fair,
when scaling morning-skies
Such sweet entrancing fragrance pours
from out his silken hair;
Show us the land, where fragrance rare
O yogi you obtained!

3

O loin-clothed, one, let us know,
the way you virgins met
Why from your eyes continuously
the tears of blood do flow?
O Sami! on us light bestow
of beauty that you found!

4

"Go, go, to waters of Kak go
where love is made, they say;
Where there is neither night nor day
all shall Beloved see!

5

Resplendent diamondss gleam within
Magnetic Mumal's eyes...
Common or uncommon, who tries
to see these eyes, is slain.

6

O camel, for such enterprise
master bred you with care;
With vigilance cross over now
to where Ludhana lies;
Mumal we have to face this eve,
or when the sun doth rise;
With her consent on Kak's supplies
of blossoms you may browse.-

7

Beautiful like the roses sweet
are robes of damsels fair...
In Jasmin-fragrant coiffuers they
have piled their long, fine hair.
From Beauty so entrancing, love
is kindled everywhere;
Wondrous show, damsels spinning there
on-lookers dumb-struck gaze.

8

Like fresh pan-leaves are shawls they wear
of shimmering emerald silk-
Their bodies all refreshed with atter
and ambergris rare;
From fullsome platis sandle and musk
perfume all round the air;
And delicate ears, dainty ware
of glistening gold do hold-
Today Mumal's in glorious from
rejoicing, free from care;
Because Rano without compare,
her fiansee hath become!...

9

Mumal had wounded many, lo
she's wounded now instead-
A pointed arrow struck her head
from knightly Rano's bow.-

II

10

Although Rano not destined is
Mumal to be with thee-
This will be clear from Rano's love...
still not resentful be,
Weep not, but bear it patiently,
Be true to kinship new.

11

Kak could not hold those wanderers
Castles not tempt their mind...
No maid or mistresses their hearts
with magic strings could bind
For e'er Lahutis left behind
myraids of maids as these.-

12

Kak could not hold those wanderers
for wealth they did not care,-
It was by men of such a mould
royal virgins wounded were-
Lahutis they could not ensnare
with all their coquetry.

13

They passed Kak at the corner, long
that corner turned have they...
To those who are now far away
what shall some 'Natir' do?

III

14

Ludhana is a hell mere
without Beloved mine;
Friends, Rano took offence last night
and left me torture here...
And Kak to me is poison sheer
the moment he is gone.

15

O Rano, hardly had you come,
you turned and went away
But were you not my spouse? why not
to wake me did you stay?
Then soon you would have known who lay
beside me on the bed.

16

Whole night my lamp did burn, but see
the dawn is breaking now;
Rano without thee I shall die-
In God's name come to me
Oh-all the crows of Kak to thee
as messenger I sent.-

17

I trimmed the wick, again, again,
oil is consumed at last
Stranger-beloved, do return
riding a camel fast;
Weeping for Rano, night is past,
the whole of night I wept.

18

Orion stands above my head;
pleiades have declined...
The time is past...he did not come
Rano, for whom I pined-
Fie on cursed night, without my love
it passed, and left me woe-confined-
To give me hell, he did not mind
now rests he in his dhat.-

19

Rano, I weep when I behold
the empty places here
Dust settled on beds and divans
so drab looks all and cold;
Unused by master pillows lie,
and nought but dust they hold-
Without you, trees and flowers fade
and never more unfold...
Who would bear my freaks mainfold
but my Mendharo dear?

20

Continuously I watch your way,
mine eyes are at the door-
May you come back to me Rano,
I heaven do implore;
You hold my life, else many more
of Rano's world contains.

21

I did not realize my sweet,
the faults I did commit;
They now recoil on me, and hit
me justly in the face.

22

't was by your patience, I became
a human being dear-
't was through a whim of mine, my name,
myself, you came to know.

23

If Mendharo to my own house
would come as guest, to stay with me-
To flames I'd give self-consciousness
my knowledge and my ancestry;
Pride egoism I would throw
Into the stove, most certainly
My sacrifice for loved-one be
the home, parents, myself.

24

Who with a lion doth ally
herself, must steady be-
Affectionate and vigilant
In Rano's wake do lie-
O Mumal, not like rain do pour
On all that you come by...
When resurrection day is nigh
you will of Rano think.

25

Go straight ahead, and look not back
nor turn this side or that,
Or else, a temple-turning smack
unwar'ly you receive.

IV

26

A messenger! in haste he is
By he is sent;
With promise: "one you love will reach
Ludhana for your bliss;
The speedy camel will not miss
to enter Kak at Dawn."

27

A message great and new arrived
from Mendharo last night;
We have received a gift divine,
from Giver of all light-
"Ask not for caste-all we invite
all are accepted here."

28

Where need I drive the camel? when
Glory all round is beaming?
Kak in my being doth radiate,
In me's Ludhano gleaming;
Of Rano sweet my soul is dreaming
there is none else but 'He'.-

29

Where need one drive the camel? when
great radiance reigns all round?
In my being is Kak...in me
gardens and springs abound;
There is no other voice or sound
But all is 'Mendharo'.

[B][COLOR="Purple"]Kamod-XIV
(Love-dependent)

I

1

You noble are, I humble am
the seat of demerits am I-
Seeing your queens, O king, your eye
turn not away from fisher-folk.

2

You noble are, I humble am
scores of defects abide with me-
When heaps of smelling fish you see,
turn not away from fisher-folk.

3

You are king, master of the land
and I sell fish, poor fisher-maid,
Do not forsake me, for't is said
that I, oh king, belong to thee.

4

Those who do feed on smelling fish,
and fish is all their property-
The king, the noble king, O see!
with them relationship has made-

5

The basket full of smelling fish,
and all the loaded herring-trays-
Fishers, whoses touch avoided is
and such unpleasantness conveys
The king strands in their thatch always
and gently holds converse with them!

II

6

Now she longer catches fish,
nor cuts, cooks, cures as formerly;
She neither holds the scales and weight,
not fish-net in her hands we see-
Now to the court-modes cleaveth she,
such as befits a kingly house!

7

Her hands and feet, her face and form
no more of fisher-maid remind-
As there's a chief-string in the lute
she's queen of all the queens combined;
From the beginning all her ways
were queenly, noble and refined,
The king perceived it and did bind
the regal bracelet on her wrist!

8

Fie upon maids of princely caste
who walk stiff-necked, so haughtily-
Praise to the daughter of the lake,
her true love to the king gave she...
Out of all royal ladies, he,
the pearl bestowed on fisher-maid.

III

9

Court-ladies now adorn themselves,
to win king back with beauty spells-
But king midst fisher people dwells,
within his hand the fishing-net!

10

The fishing-net in hands of king,
and fisher-maid did rudder sway!
Upon the lake all yesterday
fish-hunting gay was going on!-

11

"On deep, clear waters of the lake,
with my beloved now I sail,
Of my desires none did fail,
all are fulfilled, none went astray."

12

Upon the waters transparent,
along the banks float lotus-flowers,
And all the lake rich fragrance showers
as sweet as musk when spring-winds blow.

IV

13

Credit of raising fisher-maid
Belongs to Tamachi,
He took her in his carriage, and
a human-being he
Made out of her,...in Keenjhar, see!
All say this is the truth.

14

Of those before the 'Jam' was born
the fish-maid nothing knows,
They don't attend ceremonies,
go not to weddings, nor to shows,
What hath lake-life to do with those?
they only know the head, the king.

15

...None gave king birth, to no one birth
gave He-He's generous,...alone-
The fisher women old and young,
as His relations He doth own;
"He is not born, He gives no birth"-
blance unique, to change unknown
Tamachi's high eternal throne,
so great and oh, so glorious is![/COLOR][/B]

[B][COLOR="Purple"]Barwo Sindhi-XXII
(Beloved)
I

1

O say, to what end you to others
would a servant be?
Of Gen'rous one hold stirrup, Lord
of worlds and Destiny?
Who loves Allah alone, but he
supremely happy is!

2

A reed doth murmur with distress
when cut , so even I
Cry suddenly for loved-one in
a fit of wretchedness;-
O leech, brand not my arm, sickness
and pain are in the heart!

3

My breath no longer is my own-
ruled now by other power-
How is my breast assailed by woe
that has a mountain grown?
My love, in dream Himself had shown,
brought joy, and then had gone!

4

When longing for you in despair,
Loved-one if once you came-
My eye lashes upon your feet
I'd lay in humblest prayer
I'd for your carpet spread my hair
and be your slave for aye!
5

Beloved, all from thee is good!
but still, 't was not thy way,
To take me mad with love and then
depart with changing mood;
And let me die in solitude,
e'en though you loved me not!

II

6

Today again mine eyes are drenched,
remembering the loved one-
The drops of tear ne'er cease to flow,
till all my being,s blenched;
Longing for loved-one is not quenched
by looking at His works!

7

Today they called, with eyes so kind;
and killed me with their eyes...
My flesh they distributed and
left skeleton behind-
Did urge to search for truth and practice
patience in the mind;
They killed her whom they dead did find
aft'r wounding with smiles!

8

Sometimes their doors with latches tied,
On other days wide open are;
Some days I cannot enter, some
they call me with them to abide-
Sometimes I for their voices long;
some days their secrets they confide;
Such are my masters glorified,
beloved masters mine!

9

O you, my dear beloved Sir,
thy slave I wholly am;
With folded hands I ever serve,
thy presence I desire;
Not for a minute from your door
O sir, I would retire,
I pray; Beloved do not tire-
Thy kind looks not withdraw!

10

When with infinite grace, Beloved
Doth walk upon the ground;
With "Bismillah" earth on His path
prints kisses all around-
The 'houris' by His beauty struck
stand with submission bound-
I swear, that never I have found
such Beauty any where!

11

As smith a link with link doth join
to make it ever last,
So Loved-one fixed me up, and fast
He holds me ever more!

III

12

The worlds os passing soon or late,
one breath it is, not long;
And with their feet they'll bury you
a tomb will be your fate;
The measuring rod and spade, do wait
as last things on this earth.-

13

Friendship by words they do profess;
an easy thing to do;
The proof will come when need and stress
the real friends will reveal.

14

Changed Adam's children now do treat
sincerity as trifle;
Who on this earth a human being's
flesh would like to cat?
O friend in this world nothing will
remain but perfume sweet,
One single-minded you may meet
all else is outward show!

15

The heart loves only One and more
it never doth admit;
Give your heart to that One, even
If hundreds sue for it;
Ridiculous are those that flit
for friends from door to door!

16

My loved ones, all my blemishes...
weaknesses came to know;
They never did reproach me...nay,
nor did they anger show-
Loved-ones a covering did bestow
o'er all my shortcoming!

17

The Generous One, presence of loved ones
kindly granted me-
Their thoughts were to return and
re-establish harmony;
Their way is: though a breech there be
they never will forsake.[/COLOR][/B]

[B][COLOR="Purple"]Dahar-XXIII
(Desert)
I

1

Relate to us some tale, O thorn;
tale of this lake relate;
Of moonlit-nights that did adorn
the place, and how you fared.

2

Be calm, and tell us what you know
of keepers of this lake.
Today in wretched plight and woe
difficult days you pass.

3

Did realy all thy friends depart?
thy loving associates?-
With crimson fruit thou laden art
that fall all over thee.-

4

If for the masters of this lake,
you would such sorrow feel,
How could you lovely blossoms make
and such a wealth of friut?

5

The lake is dry, and brushwood grows
about the dusty banks;
And human being rarely shows
his face about the place.

II

6

When waters ran abundantly
big fish, you wouldn't return;
Today, tomorrow you will be
in net of fishing-folk.

7

O fish, you grew so over-fat,
Butting against all that you met;
Expanse of water now hath set-
Dried is what once you saw.-

8

"Into my heart their hook they thrust-
the very flesh they cleft,
They did not kill right-out, but left
perpetual sorrow's line."

9

As great as is 'Thy' name, so great
the mercy I implore-
Without pillars without supports,
thou my refuge e'er more-
When Thou knowst everything before
ah me...why should I ask?

10

Beloved, do not slacken thou
Thy ties with humble me;
One so contemptible has got
no other hold but thee...
Only thy sweet name, verily
I know and remember.

III

11

Few nights of earth...o'er which your head
you lost Oh simpleton...
Oh many more will come, when dead
you quite alone will lie.-

12

Sleeper arise! akin to sin
Is such a none can win
By sleeping recklessly.-

IV

13

In the mountain there is chatter-
cranes are wanting to go out;
They discussed last night the matter
and this morning they are gone.

14

Have you then forgotten quite
and their talk you never heard
When preparing, they last night
Had decided to depart.-

15

Oh my crane, your flock has gone-
it departed yesterday-
Ah, without loved-one, alone
what will you in mountains do.

16

They in conveys travel ever,
their connections never cut-
Not like man their kinship sever,
Oh, behold the loving birds.

17

O man, at dawn what glitters bright
take not for drops of dew.
But seeing sorrowing ones, the night
Burst into thousand tears.

18

Trouble will come to those, who do
In 'face' and 'from' delight-
Fools laugh and laugh, forgetting quite
the task that they came for.

19

Degenerates enamoured were
Of forth,...milk tasted not,
They lost 'Direction' through world's share
and empty-handed went.

20

Today a bridegroom gay and strong-
tomorrow lies in grave;
Building a fort of sand...how long
will you be builing still.[/COLOR][/B]

[B][COLOR="Purple"]Ghatu-XXIV
(Shark-Hunters)
1

Even the wise confounded got
and heroes lost their wits-
Those who went out to face the sea,
were caught by current's plot;
Of "Ebb and tide", they all forgot
what they had learnt before.

2

A power weird is in Kalach,
lost is who enters there;
No one brings news who does ens'nare
the nets and keeps them down.

3

To Kalachi but yesterday
brave men went forth with spears;
Late were the brothers...none returned,
nought more of them one hears.
Whirlpools have swallowed them one fears-
the fishers all are dead.

4

Where fishers used to seek the fish,
the barren sand-dunes lie;
Fish-sellers ruined, the river dry;
and tax collector gone

5

Had they been near, they would have come;
perchance too far they got-
Fisher folk saw their haunts, called out
to know about their lot...
Alas, resonse received they not
and sadly they returned.-

6

The bazar is without fish-smell,
while market formerly
With small carps, and with herrings too
abundantly did swell.
Now there is not a shrimp to sell
buyers have empty hands.

7

You throw the nets in creeks...not so
the sharks are ever killed;
Possess strong sweep nets that you throw
in deepest sea below;-
Sharks not to shallow waters go,
and depths are far ahead.

8

To enter sea, prepare your ropes;
strengthen them bit by bit-
-Relationship do not befit
Kalachi fishermen!

9
Shark hunter's 'moob', that is the way
a victory to reap-
Their eagerness for whirlpools, and
their longing for the deep,
Deprives them every night of sleep-
they yearn to kill the shark.

10

In search, they into whirlpools got
and to fathomlessness...
They killed the shark; with hapiness
now beam fishermen's eyes.[/COLOR][/B]

Kapaitie-XXV
 

Kapaitie-XXV
(Spinner)
I

1

Although a spinner, not depend
upon yourself entirely;
The knowing buyer faults at end
may find within your thread.

2

As long as you can spin, spin on,
work-season soon declines;
All spinners are...but work of all
is not in favour lines-
She ne'er breaks thread, nor for rest pines
who has realized the truth.

3

This phase will end so soon, as long,
you acn spin, spinning keep-
For your Eid do prepare a work
of art, and success reap.
That scorching tears you may not weep
'midst your girl friends tomorrow.

4

Toil on and feel not proud, or else
your Lord offended be-
The wheel turn...round your neck hang scarf
Of sweet humility...
You little faulty one-then see
your work is not in vain.

II

5

When connoisseurs arrived, they found,
the flaws that did not please.
They called to spinner...in their way
they asked: "How made you these?"
"Untidy I, have failed to tease
the lumps from out the yarn."-

6

With rancour in their hearts, although
with fine yarn spools they fill,
Not even an ounce the expert will
Of their product accept.-

7

Wondrous devotion spinners have,
who tremble, spin and spin;
For earning good, in spinning yard
at sun-rise they begin-
Such soul-beauty the connoisseurs
even for themselves would win
Yarn spun by spinners so genuine
without weighing they buy.-

III

8

Who in themselves the cotton thrash
their thread,s without compeer;
The 'whirr' of spinning wheel, they would
not let their life's breath hear,-
Secretly, tremlingly they go
on spinning so sincere-
Those that refuse the jewels here,
priceless themselves they are.

9

Now yesterday you did not spin-
Today you have no time to spend;...
You silly one, how long the friend
shall overlook your faults?

10

The spinners, spinning, spinning were-
but now not one I spy-
Spinning wheels in disorder lie,
and sitting huts are closed.-

11

I neither see same cotton-pods
nor spinners are the same-
So empty the bazar become
to see it, breaks my hearts!

12

Wool in my tunic, I proceed
to spinning-yard...alas,
No single spinner breathing was
they'd gone to sleep for aye.

Rippa-XXVI
 

Rippa-XXVI
(Calamity)
I

1

O mother, sorrow's harrowing
has swamped my whole being-
All honour to the sorrowing
who walk on uphill way.

2

My love took joy and health from me;
sorrow my mate became;
Mother, my fate destruction be
thus parted from my love.

3

Sorrows have neither hands nor feet,
yet wildly run through me-
Within they travel in dense rows
nought can their rage defeat,
Oh, who in loneliness complete
would without loved-one live?

4

Dry ground gives rise to growth, in rain,
the same with me it is...
From separation growth of pain
and sorrow issue forth.

II

5

The mind awake doth never stay,
although with scorn I keep it reined-
With dust gets covered all the day
just like a road-side tree.

6

When I lay waking on my bed,
Loved-one's favours stirred memory;
My pillow got all wet with tears
hand too, on which did lie my head
Memory kept on...with pain I said:
"Sisters, my life is all in vain.-"

7

Mine eyes don't sleep, their drowsiness
now all but broken is;
When fires dull, mem'ry's distress
makes flames shoot up again.

8

Rememb'ring your kindness, I live...
favours endless I count,
Numberless graces you did give
Beloved, to poor me!

9

For outside clouds I need not care,
rain ever pours within;
Beloved's clouds are everywhere
on my horizons here.

10

Desiring to forget, I groan,
and yet I can't forget-
Longing hurts like a broken bone
sharp and continuously.

III

11

Weep secretly, and not disclose
through tears your wretched state;
And all the sorrows bear, still those
arrive who pains remove.

12

O hide your love, as potters do
that cover up the kiln-
Free fire cannot bake a pot,
the potters' ways pursue;
As potters do with kiln, so you
must ne'er uncover fire.

Karayal-XXVII
 

Karayal-XXVII
(The Swan)
I

1

The root of Lotus flower fair
in deepest waters grows-
High soars the humble-bee, but fate
their in most wishesknows.
Through love, fulfilment it bestows,
and makes the lovers meet.

2

The swan that shunned the cormorants
now spreads its wings, to fly
To heavens high! so to descry
fountains where his love dewells.

3

Now from the height, the deepest depth
his eye doth pierce, to find
The things to which he is inclined,
the tiny shining bits.

II

4

Why not you enter depths and dive
For bits, rejoicing there
My swan, why for the banks you care;
no use have banks for thee.

5

These waters by the cormorants
polluted, soiled they were-
Swans are ashamed to enter there
and never venture near.

7

O foolish swan! with cormorants
do not keep company;
But change the dirty waters, seek
the clean ones speedily...
Or else you'll drink one day...may be
with herons of the swamps.

8

Why do you hang about the banks
or by the roadside hide?
To meadows broad of 'Oneness' go,
plan no escape, abide,
And find the lake of love, to float
in its refreshing tide-
Of secrets hum, of Reality-
With fellow swans reside;
With recognition true your heart
cleanse, and be purified-
Inspired by the guide, pick grains,
and sing, by nought defied;
So that you never on this side
bird-hunter may behold.

9

O swan! come to clear waters, where
you are remembered still-
The hunters here are out to kill
and they are after you!

10

the swans divine are those who pick
the pearls from waters pure;
They never soil their beaks with mud;
some fishes to secure;
In crowds of cormorants, obscure
They are...world knows them not.

III

11

The lakes are same, but different birds
now in their waters lave...
Ah... those with graceful necks, who gave
sweet songs, flew far away.

12

The lovely peacocks all are dead,
and not one swan I see...
Instead the crafty snipes...ah me
have here their homeland made.
____________________

Marui-XXVIII
 

Marui-XXVIII
I


1

When 'Be' was not yet said, nor was
there flesh-bone scheme or plan;
When Adam had not yet received
his form, was not yet man;
Then my relationship began,
my recognition too.

2

"Am I not thy Lord?" came a voice;
a voice so sweet and clear;
And I said: "yes" with all my heart
when I this voice did hear;
And with a bond I did adhere
that moment to my love

3

Ere God created souls, by saying;
"Be",-all one they were;
Together were they-and behold
my kinship started there-
I still this recognition bear
with thee, Beloved mine.-

II

4

A prisoner I by destiny...
or who would want, these forts
"We nearer than thy life's vein are"
to that home I will flee-
When will I be from mansions free
and reach my Maru sweet?

5

I'll burn these houses...Mansions tall
that shorn of loved-ones are-
"All things return to their origin"
that's my longing's call;
May I walk home, away from all
and see my land 'malir'.

6

No news, no dream vouchsafed to me
no messenger doth come;
From 'there to here', there's no reply,
no answer to my plea-
Princes, I know not what must be
accounts you did render.

7

O God, do send the messenger
who will my message bear-
I do belong to them, although
to own me they don't care...
I hold the pen within my hand,
may some one paper spare;
Tears check my writing, in despair
O'er pen they fall and fall.

8

Scores of patches my bodice shows,
my head with rags is decked-
I to my people hoped to go
and all robes did reject;
My shawl from Dhat, may God protect
its virtue to hide my shame.

9

In the condition that I came,
could I return in same-
What glory, like a seasonal rain
what joy would I reclaim.

10

Amighty God, let it not be
that I in bondage die
Enchained my body night and day,
doth weep in misery-
O let me first my homeland see
and then my days let end.

11

O where is my distinction gone?
my beauty and my grace?
My homeland I can never seek
in this condition base;
If beauty granted be then face
I dare Beloved one.

12

Omar, my face so dirty is,
my beauty now is done;
And yet, I have to go where none
without beauty's received.

III

13

Fair Marui does not wash her hair,
She does not smile or eat,
On Omar's justice relies she
who robbed her freedom sweet;-
"The havoc you have wrought, you'll meet
at your arrival 'there'."

14

Fair Marui does not wash her hair,
clotted it is, ugly
The nomad folks of desert land
live in her memory-
"Omar, parted from them, unfree
I'll ne'er in forts reside."

15

Fair Marui does not wash her hair,
for Malir longeth she...
Only when prince doth set her free
balance restored will be...
Whole desert will drink milk, for glee
when 'trust' is safe returned.

16

There is no force to make them pine,-
no taxes in their land,
They gather lovely flowers red
for mangers of their kine-
Malir with lustrous smiles doth shine
there priceless marus are.

17

Loved-one I never can forget;
my mind with him is filled-
Nothing you see is like Him, so
to sight he does not yield;
Because, loved-one His house has built
in negativity.-

18

Omar, for me your mansions grand
a double torture are;
Here you torment me...there, so far
loved-ones accuse me too.

19

To Maru needle joined my breath,
a needle, oh so fine,
My heart is there, my earthy flesh
must here to force resign;
My breath is in the thatch divine
my body's to mansions bound.

20

The needle's Beauty, ne'er shall I
compare with kingliness;
The needle covers naked ones
but not 'itself' doth dress;
The twice-born only can possess
knowledge of its loveliness.

IV

21

"Palatial doors and windows I
will build for thee, Marui-
But here now...lovely canopies
I shall raise over thee...
Those who did ne'er enquiries make
why so continously
You weep for them? something must be
wrong with the desert-folk."

22

"How to forget him, whom my mem'ry
holds for ever more?"
Since: "am I not thy Lord?" was uttered,
or e'en long before;
Ere: Born He's not...gives birth to none
from the inane did soar.-
Remem'ering Him-Marui so sore
may die today or tomorrow.

23

Threads Maru round my wrists tied...gold
fine gold they are for me;
Omar, don't offer silks to rustic
maid, they leave me cold-
Because much dearer I do hold
my worn ancestral shawl.

24

Were I to breathe my last, looking
to my home longingly-
My body don't imprison here
in bondage and unfree-
A stranger from her love away
not bury separately;
The cool earth of the desert let
the dead one's cover be;
When last breath comes, O carry me
to Malir, I implore.

25

As oyester long for cloud, and cranes
long for their native-hills.
So deepest longing my heart strains
till nought of life remains.-
How would I sit here, if not chains
held me a prisoner?

26

The wounds that happy rustics left
today fester again-
Sumro, sorrow dwells in me
of every joy bereft;
From Maru's separation, cleft
is every bone of mine.

V

27

My girl-friends in reproachful mood,
today sent word to me:
"Silly one, you perhaps have eaten
much of princely food,
Abd friends, and your relations good
you have frogotten all."

28

In corners of the fort, to quell
her grief Marui doth mourn
Remembering Malir, she doth weep,
makes others weep as well-
O may the maid reach home and dwell
amongst her Marus soon.

29

"Would that I never had been born,
or died at birth"...she says;
"O what a torture, shame and scorn
to Marus I became."

30

Destiny brought me here...reside
I do unhappy here;
My body's here-my heart is there
where Maru doth abide;
May God now turn this sorrow's tide
and let me meet my love.-

31

The lightenings are now newly dressed,
the season doth return;
Mine eyes do not stop drizzling...for
ancestral land they yearn-
I would not with such sadness burn
if they would think of me.

32

If looking to my native land
with longing I expire;
My body carry home, that I
may rest in desert-stand;
My bones if Malir reach, at end,
though dead, I'll live again.

VI

33

A messenger arrived'this day
authentic news conveys;
"Do not forget your distant love
and do not die", he says,
You shall reach home; only few days
in this fort you may stay?

34

The one who from my homeland came,
oh at his feet I fall-
And to this traveller, my heart
did open, telling all-
An instant more behind this wall
to be, how I abhor.

35

"Don't cry, don't weep and fret;
shed no tears of dismay;
Whatever days appear,
O let them pass away,-
For after sorrow, joy
O Marui, comes to stay-
Desert maid know, your chains
by destiny's own sway
Are moved, and now you may
throw them into the fire."

36

Omar, a traveller I did meet
today, with news for me.-
And as he stood and message gave
from the Beloved sweet
I felt all sufferings did retreat
and my chains all did fall.

37

My iron shackels all are gone.-
Love's chains unyielding are.
Unhappy days without Marus
in mansions, life did mar...
My countrymen, they are too far
reproach them I cannot.-

38

Good were the days that I in pain
in tortuous prison passed;
Storms roared above threateningly,
my cries for help were vain;
But lo: my love by prison chain,
was chastened, purified.

39

The days I passed in deep depair,
away from homeland mine,-
My tribesmen will reproach me, if
my face looks washed and fair-
So to their thatches I'll repair
to wash off mansion dirt!

40

"Don't weep, nor cry in agony
but when the world's asleep;
At night raise both your little hands
to God, and hopeful be-
Where you wedded were, brave Marui
'that homeland' thou shalt see,"
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