noreply@blogger.com (Tabrez) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 23:23:22 PDT

OH HAPPY DAY when in you presence,
my ruler, I shall die!
When near the sugar-treasure melting
like sugar I shall die!
Out of my dust will grow a thousand
of centrifolias
When in the shade of yonder cypress
in gardens I shall die.
And when you pour into my goblet
the bitter drink of death,
I'll kiss the goblet full of joy, dear,
and drunken I shall die.
I may turn yellow like the autumn
when people speak of death,
Thanks to your smiling lip: like springtime
and smiling shall I die.
I have died many times, but your breath
made me alive again,
Should I die thus a hundred more times
I happily shall die!
A child that dies in mother's bosom,
that's how I am, my friend,
For in the bosom of His Mercy
and kindness, I shall die.
Say: Where would death be for the lovers?
Impossible is that!
For in the fountain of the Water
of Life - there I shall die!

noreply@blogger.com (Tabrez) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:48:21 PDT

Tum aur fareb khao bayan-e-raqib setum se to kam gila hai ziyada nasib segoya tumhari yad hi mera ilaj haihota hai pahron zikr tumhara tabib sebarbad-e-dil ka akhri saramaya thi umidvo bhi to tum ne chhin liya mujh garib sedhundla chali nigah dam-e-wapasi hai aba pas a ke dekh lu tujh ko qarib se.

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