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The Beauty and the Love |
Just as the moon’s silver boat is drowned
In the storm of sun’s light at the break of dawn
Just as the moon-like lotus disappears
Behind the veil of light in the moon-lit night
Just like the Kaleem’s radiant palm in the Tur’s effulgence
And the flower bud’s fragrance in the wave of garden’s breeze
Similar is my heart in the flood of Thy Love |
If Thou art the assembly, I am the assembly’s splendour
If Thou art the Beauty’s thunder, I am the produce of Love
If Thou art the dawn, my tears are Thy dew
If I am traveller’s night, Thou art my twilight
My heart harbours Thy dishevelled hair locks
My bewilderment is created by Thy picture
Thy Beauty is Perfect, my Love is perfect |
Thou art the spring’s breeze for my poetry’s garden
Thou gave tranquillity to my restless imagination
Since Thy Love took residence in my breast
New lights have been added to my mirror
Love’s nature gets stimulation for Perfection from Beauty
My hope’s trees flourished through Thy favour
My caravan has reached its destination. |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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