Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi' Poems

Why, my girl, do you wither?
I bless you, just come hither.
I ma on Poesy’s wings;
In your wedding music rings.
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O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.
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Woe to those who mock and jeer
The fact of God crystal clear;
Woe to those who fail to see
His mighty in His unity.
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He was learned the least in a school;
He knows the tactics to befool.
He has a liking to drink wine;
He eats *Murghey *Mussallim fine.
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Once I had dreamed that you beckoned to me
To be present and your glimpses to see
In the fine green-domed tomb in Medina,
O God’s dear Mohammed *Sayyedina.
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If your self is not pure,
If your aim is not sure,
If your way is to lure,
How will you heal and cure
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There lives a soul in you,
Too intimate and true.
It does give you counsel;
Accept it or cancel.
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Since when, dear, you have gone,
I have become undone.
I want you back to come;
Whatever done is done.
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‘T is the experience of my life,
Some men are jealous of those who rise.
Greatness is the result of the strife,
But the jealous never it realize.
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Obey orders of your father;
Do full service to your mother.
Be respectful to your teacher,
The maker of your character.
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