Treasure Island

Mohammad Ibrahim Zauq

(1789 - 1854 / Delhi / India)

Life Brought Me So I Came


The life brought me so I came; the death takes me away so I go
Neither I came on my own nor I go with my will

There may be a few gamblers as bad as I am
Whatever move I made it proved to be very bad

It's better that one should not get hooked to the charms of the world
However, what one can do when nothing can be accomplished without getting involved

Who's come to the rescue of someone who's about to leave this world!
You too keep moving till you can move on

O Zauq! I'm leaving this garden with a pinning for fresh air
Why should I care now whether zephyr blows or not!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Friday, March 16, 2012

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (7/2/2011 1:10:00 AM)

    The original poem is par at excellence but the translation makes it a bit jerky. As Patrick said in the very first line the 2 'the' sound extremely odd and they should be removed at once. In the urdu transliteration, 'to' should be removed in the very first line as it is not present in the original version. I rated it 10 for its original version not the translation. (Report) Reply

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