A Withered Rose
Kis Tarah Yujh Ko Tamanye Dil-e-Bulbul Kahun
How shall I call you now a flower—Tell me, oh withered rose!
How call you that beloved for whom the nightingale’s heart glows?
Naam Tha Sehan-e-Gulistan Mein Gul-e-Khandan Tera
The winds’ soft ripples cradled you and rocked your bygone hours,
And your name once was Laughing Rose in the country of flowers;
Bagh Tere Dam Se Goya Table-e-Attar Tha
With the dawn breezes that received your favors you once played,
Like a perfumer’s vase your breath sweetened the garden glade.
Hai Nihan Teri Udasi Mein Dil-e-Weeran Mera
These eyes are full, and drops like dew fall thick on you again;
This desolate heart finds dimly its own image in your pain,
Khawab Meri Zindagi Thi Jis Ki Hai Tabeer Tu
A record drawn in miniature of all its sorry gleaming;
My life was all a life of dreams, and you—you are its meaning.
Bashno Ae Gul! Az Judai Ha Shikayat Mee Kunam
I tell my stories as the reed plucked from its native wild
Murmurs; oh Rose, listen! I tell the grief of hearts exiled.