Mian Muhammad Bakhsh
Mian Muhammad Bakhsh Poems
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The pots of the nori, filled with tears, turn and empty them into soul,
Not for every will this hustle be, nor the good times.
If love has been absorbed by a heart, it never leavers it,
Even if it comes a thousand beauties, the beloved is never exchanged.
Your support is my refuge O Allah., I cannot think of anything else
The lamp which you light yourself, how can anybody extinguish?
The key of every difficulty, my friend, has been acquired by men,
When men pray, no difficulty remains.
To talk of the special in front of the ordinary is not at all ...