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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'.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ____________________
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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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