On A Flower‐Offering
Kali Kali Ki Zuban Se Dua Niklti Hai
When she walks drunk with pride about the garden path,
Flowerets on every side lift up one suppliant voice—
Kali Se Rashak-e-Gul-e-Aftab Mujh Ko Kare”
May she, ah God, make me of all the rest her choice,
Raise me from low degree to wake the sunflower’s wrath!
Tarapte Reh Gye Gulzar Mein Raqeeb Tere
—Divine fortune, that she dhould pluck you from the stem!
Your rivals toss their petals; The shock of severance past,
Teri Hayat Ka Jouhar Kamal Tak Pohncha
New bliss of union settles upon your life, whose gem
Shines perfectly at last my heart, though it found love
Mere Shabab Ke Gulshan Ko Naaz Hai Jis Par
In feeling hearts it its vassal—This heart of mine,
Pride of the garden of my youth,
Kisi Ke Daman-e-Rageen Se Ashna Na Huwa
Could never flower‐like nestle in the desired one’s breast,
Nor ever feel the smooth touch of the shimmering vest.
Fusurda Rakhta Hai Gulcheen Ka Intizar Isse
No springtime shall come freighting its leaves with April’s luck,
It withers in this waiting for her who comes to pluck.