Although peace of mind we need
We have reward for what we feed
Faith and love all world deserve
But all you know, we have no seed
The stress suppresses in all the case
To end its root, we have no deed
For our dreams we pay our breath
Though unable, our life we lead
To tie we try what's got from bay
In eyes of world we all are beads
Though we not follow we all love shrine
For which ' Prakash ' we all have mead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like many of your ghazals, this too is beautiful write. The smoothness of expression in respect of even a complex idea makes it an awesome effort. Thanks a lot.