Karbala Part I (Mir Babar Ali Anees Poems)
Jab qata ki masafat e shab aaftaab neJalwa kiya sahar ke rukhe behijaab neDekha suwe falaq Shahe gardoon raqaab neMudh ...
Jab qata ki masafat e shab aaftaab neJalwa kiya sahar ke rukhe behijaab neDekha suwe falaq Shahe gardoon raqaab neMudh ...
We are accused of terrorism:if we defended rose and womanand the mighty verse...and the blueness of sky...A dominion... nothing left ...
THE MERCHANT Abu Khan shunned the customs of his race,And sought the cultured wisdom of the West.His daughter fair Leola ...
When the moon is born in the east,And the white rooftops drift asleepUnder the heaped-up light,People leave their shops and ...
Then, since the object of desire exists not in anyplace, how canst thou purpose to journey towards Him on foot? ...
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
Underneath a tree at noontideAbu Midjan sits distressed,Fetters on his wrists and ancles,And his chin upon his breast;For the Emir's ...
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother? Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother, And here ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,So that its juices, red and blithe, May ...
Translated From the Arabic of Abu Nuas (eighth century).She seemed so bored,I wanted to embrace her by surprise;But then the ...
Translated From the Arabic of Abu Nuas (eighth century).She was beautiful that evening and so gay....In little gamesMy hand had ...
Translated From the Arabic of Ebn Kalakis Abu El Fath Nasrallah (eleventh century).I hide my love,I will not say her ...
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears. Every cruelty which he ...
Ye sons of Mars, come join with me, And sing in praise of Sir Herbert Stewart's little army, That made ...
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