Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor Poems

Come, gardener! Create the glory of spring! Make
Guls bloom and bulbuls sing - create such haunts!

The dew weeps, and your garden lies desolate;
Tearing their robes, your flowers are distracted.
Breathe life once again into the lifeless gul and the bulbul!
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Let the immanent soul dwell in you
Like light in a jewel, so that all barriers
Are removed that separate you from God.
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Fussy bird, you do not know
Who drink delight from bud and blossom:
Ravish spring in all her beauty -
Fussy bird, you do not know
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Allured by your elegant grace,
T wandered over many a desolate place
To understand the maddening mystery
Of your superb craftsmanship.
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Was the promise you now break just casual words,
That you leave, dear friend, forsaking me?

My words of love might melt your heart,
But my speech departs on meeting you!
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The bulbul sings to the flowers:
'A garden is our land! '

The hyacinth says to the violet,
'Why are you hiding thus?
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My rose gardens fill with ecstasy
Bulbuls and poshinools;
Forlorn hearts find solace
In my meadows and waterfalls.
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Beloved! I've made for you many a lovely thing -
Wine cups fashioned out of jessamine petals,

Enchanting tales woven from your short breath or two
(which is all your speech to hint a yes or no) ,
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With the light of my eyes as an ofering,
I'll prostrate myself at my beloved's feet,
And pour out my heart to him
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Stay a while, beloved, or make your steps
Soft and slow, so that you can be seen.

O leave that frown! Just a kind look from you
Would heal all wounds and fulfil all desires.
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