Abar
Cloud
Siyah Posh Huwa Phir Pahar Sar Ban Ka
Today again from the east that thick black nimbus fares
And Surban’s mountain‐crest a dark‐hued covering ears.
Hawaye Sard Bhi Ayi Sawar-e-Tousan-e-Abar
When the face of the sun was hid in the skirt of its misty course,
A chill wind raced on the cloud as a horseman speeds his horse.
Ajeeb Mai Kuda-e-Be Kharosh Hai Ye Ghata
There is no rumble of thunder: the silence is thick as a pall:
In the strange wine‐shop of the heavens a quiet lies over all.
Qabaye Gul Mein Guhr Tankne Ko Ayi Hai
It has ordered a scheme for the garden of joy that will always bless
And has come to fasten a gem on the hem of the flower’s long dress.
Zameen Ki Gode Mein Jo Par Ke So Rahe The, Uthe
The bloom that once had nodded in the heat of the sun’s fierce ray
To fall in earth’s lap, it rouses from sleep to a lifting day.
Uthi Woh Aur Ghata, Lo! Baras Para Badal
With the wind’s wild blast the nimbus grew to mounting and soaring mass,
And towering still higher it showered the rain out over the grass.
Yaheen Qayam Ho Wadi Mein Phirne Walon Ka
It has made for the mountain saplings their own miraculous tent.
Here let them rest, the wanderers, who from journey in vale are spent.
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