Ghazal 1 (With English Tranlation) (Daagh Dehlvi Poems)
UZR AANEY MEIn BHI HAI AUR BULAATEY BHI NAHIEnBAAES-E-TARK-E-MULAAQAAT BATAATEY BHI NAHIEnKYA KAHAA PHIR TO KAHO HUM NAHIEn SUNTEY TERINAHIEn ...
UZR AANEY MEIn BHI HAI AUR BULAATEY BHI NAHIEnBAAES-E-TARK-E-MULAAQAAT BATAATEY BHI NAHIEnKYA KAHAA PHIR TO KAHO HUM NAHIEn SUNTEY TERINAHIEn ...
My eyes are cold, and brazen are my lips,My smile is bold, but sometimes longing slipsThe leash of circumstance, and ...
Ku'ch Ishaq Ki'ya Ku'ch Kaam Ki'ya.Who Log Bohat Khush Qismat Th'ay,Jo Ishaq Ko Kam Samujhty Th'ay,Ya Kam Say Aashqi Karty ...
Who'll bid? Who'll bid? the question rang Where throned Death was calling.I seemed to sense his charnel tang, ...
uzr ane main bhi hai aur bulate bhi nahin bais-e-tark-e-mulaqat batate bhi nahin khub parda hai ke chilman se lage ...
With a ran, tan, tan,On my old tin can,Heigh tinkle, how tinkle, Heigh tinkle tang.'Tis not for my fault nor ...
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
my jerusalem my newfoundland juicy as redcurrants with their sweet tang taste my desire my holy requirement caught in a ...
Hãy d?n d? c?u chúng ta t?t c? D?ng Messia là tang Gi?i thi?u v?i c? th? gi?i 31 tháng ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
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