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 ...
Iss Basti ke Ik koochey mein , Ik Inshah Naam ka DeewanaIk naar pe jaan ko Har gaya , mash'hoor ...
Thair is a knichte rydis through the wood,And a doughty knichte is tree,And sure hee is on a message sent,He ...
sab maya hai , sab dhaltee phirtee chaya haiiss ishq mein hum nay jo khooya jo paya haijo tum nay ...
Aik chota sa ladka tha main jin dinoo.nAik mailey main pohancha humakta howaJee machalta tha aik aik shaiy per magarjaib ...
Hum ghoom chuke basti ban mainik aas ki phans leye man mainkoi sajan ho, koi piyara hokoi depak ho, koi ...
Ho Chuki'N Ghalib Balaye'N Sub Tamam,Aik Marag-e-naghani Aur Hay.Translation.I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life,The last ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where ...
O, waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn-side,Where I and my love wont ...
O waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn side,Where I and my love ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
Chorus.-Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe ...
O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa', She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba', The youngest ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
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