(Written on the sad demise of Haji Khalil my friend)
He was my friend,
Who ever defended my cause,
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The shades of my wall have begun,
Merging into the dusky Anchal of Eve,
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(Written By Iqbal Tariq Translated By Muhammad Shanazar)
Let the sun arise a bit,
Many tears of mine,
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The birds do not stopover now;
The desolate tree of my yard,
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What a massive calamity leapt on you!
All around is the clattering doom,
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The hewn tree, tall, thick and green,
Casting soothing shade, clear and clean,
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Oh, Crescent!
Be blessed with the moments pleasant,
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Poems are the sparrows,
Swing they branch to branch,
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Journeyed I the distances long,
Through the region trackless,
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Though in the later years I was born,
Yet history makes me forlorn,
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