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Prayer
O river of beauty and radiance! Grant me a scintilla of light; Grant me eyes full of laughter and lips full of delight. For this minor heart of mine, I seek a beloved’s souvenir; O river of beauty and radiance! Grant me a scintilla of light. For this pitch-dark sorrow’s manor, a glowing grain to quell the night; Grant me eyes full of laughter and lips full of delight. For this rapture and its yearning, grant me a dear beloved’s sight, Indulge me with your greater love; grant me your gracious face’s pride. For this being’s withered garden, I seek a covenant of spring, I don’t ask you to grant me heaven; I’m not seeking Sinai’s height. Let this dream’s very breath and time point to its own interpretation, Grant me the bosom of a fakir, and a heart with a shah’s elation. |
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King
What good is the world’s kingship? Why multiply your cares? It’s hard to weigh justice – You’d make this more that less. Don’t you have enough worries That you seek the world’s troubles? What would you do with such a throne As makes you weep night and day? In a large herd of mules, The great mule leads the rest – A great king of beasts Is the greatest beast of all. This world – a dog’s tail – Cannot be straightened or mended; With a black cat’s body It blackens more with washing. A kingdom is created When half men starve and half die; When one man feeds the flesh Of another to dogs at home. What would such life mean That you either kill or die? Where are your fruits and roses? You keep a garden and kill the bulbul? Lord, if you grant me Kingship of the world, I’ll hurl it out of home Like dung on a dunghill. These couple of living moments I cannot spend in brawls; Over this pot of cruelty, Lord, place another lid; Just give me some flowers And a lovely sweetheart; A little garden On the riverside; So I may sit on the bank In the cool shade of a weeping willow And write with cheer Some pleasing ghazals – Now plead to the beloved, Now curse and taunt the Mullah; Praise the cup and the cupbearer To a farmer full of turnips; And to you, my lord, Complain like a child. Now warm and lively hope, Now burnt out sighs, Now rhythm and music, Now chalice and love – Immersed in a colorful world, Oblivious of the world. Give rule to those Who can endure its force; With the hand of a butcher And character of a snake, Who can sacrifice to themselves The blood of their brothers; Who can both eat and digest The flesh of the poor. The head carrying the crown Is the one that kills like a plague; That roars and tears like a panther And frightens like a ghost. The throne cannot be taken Without sword and hangman; The more kings there are, The world is worse for it. A great king is a great curse Who thrives on the curse of blood. Kingship is like fire And thrives on burning. Lord, be gracious to us And keep us from this calamity! Find a great ass somewhere and Load it with this bag of gems. Just beg him once, Sahib, On my behalf and say, ‘Watch, you pimp’s ass, don’t Strike Ghani with a kick.” Hyderabad Jail
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