Generous Hands Poem by Mohammad Younus

What comes from your generous hands
without asking,
I take gladly in my begging bowl,
I will never say:
Can you give me something more

'Yes, yes, I know you, modest faqir,
You ask for nothing in addition to...
...what I give you of my pleasure, '

If there be a One sesame seed for me
I will keep it as a priceless diamond in my heart...
...as a precious gift from your benevolent hands;

If it be a solitary rose in thornful bushes,
I will go and pluck it even if it pricks
and bleeds my hands,
and adore it on my head as gajra
like a virgin damsel of India

If you sometime cast an angry glass on me
and it pierces into my heart as a poisonous arrow
I will greet your arrows assuming that you are just
pretending to be cruel to your lover

I will thank my good luck that my beloved has chosen...
...only me to be a martyr to his arrows of love;
If but once you fix your smiling glances on my face...
...it would make my life sweet and aromatic beyond words.

'Yes, yes, I know you, modest faqir,
You ask for nothing in addition to...
...what I give you of my pleasure, '

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