XLI. (Khoshal Khan Khattak Poems)
Should any one speak about intellect and ability, certainly, I possess them;But since good fortune assisteth me not, unto whom ...
Should any one speak about intellect and ability, certainly, I possess them;But since good fortune assisteth me not, unto whom ...
That one's blood should be upon one's own head, is, truly, some cause of concern;Still, to think that I still ...
Like as I my dear one love, there will not be another so loving:Like as I am disconsolate for her, ...
Thy society is like unto the sea, and I, a fish therein;But, separated from thee, I lament and bewail always.Weeping, ...
Both fair and rosy, too, are the Adam Khel Afridi maids;Indeed, amongst them, all sorts of pretty lasses there are-With ...
Whilom, indeed, I was always wise; and wise, even yet, am I!I was ever mad and beside myself-mad, even yet, ...
It is false that aught of evil or misfortune proceedeth from the stars-All good and evil-weal and woe-emanate from the ...
Notwithstanding thou art unto me a sovereign, and I a beggar;Still turn not from me thy face, for I am ...
Of the preciousness of youth what doubt can be entertained?The period of old age is pregnant with infirmities and defects!Every ...
O zephyr of the morn! draw near unto the parterre;For the flowers are overjoyed, in expectation of blooming.What doth the ...
A man is he, who is courageous, and whom success attendeth-Who is gentle and affable, unto all people, as long ...
From out of the clear, azure flask,O cupbearer! bring thou unto meA full goblet of that potent wine,The remedy for ...
Since those dark eyes of thine are such enchanters,My boastings of devotion and piety are wholly unjust.With these eyes I ...
Wherever thou reclinest, that place a parterre of flowers becomethWhen thou in the mead roamest, the breast of the tulip ...
I never will carry my face unto the mirror again,Nor will I again anoint mine eyes with antimony!Never more will ...
When the tresses become dishevelled about her fair, white face,The bright day becometh shrouded in evening's sombre shade.If this, which ...
From the lustre of the internal, the exterior is clear and bright;But by intercourse with the base, there are a ...
What wonderfully delicious wine is this,Which the cupbearer, with welcome, presents!The laughing of the bud in the parterre were impossible,Did ...
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