A Poem by Mirza Ghalib
Mirza Ghalib was the one of the greatest Urdu poet from 19th century. I translated this poem for a school project. ‘ I look at the joys of this world, as I look at the dust. Crying used to give me pleasure but now my eyes have gone dry. When I am dead, wind might take my dust to my destination. Because now I have no more strength to continue. For whom are these preparations of welcome, who is this lover from the heaven?Published on
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‘ Who is that is I Still lost in my mind. Trying to find my purpose, When there might not be one. The first thing was writing Can words truly change anything? Why should I write, When there is so much noise Are you in that house, Or are you out here. I will give up now, This desert is just too vast. My voice will not reach you, Is this even a language.Published on
A poem by Mir Taqi Mir
‘ Stop crying, this is just the beginning of love. Hold on and see what will be next. In the morning, there were voices in the caravan. Let’s move on and let the sleeper sleep. On this ground nothing can grow. Please stop planting seeds of hopes in your heart. These are marks of true love, they remain forever. It is not possible to wash them away from your heart. Time was more important than anything else in my life.Published on
A Poem by Mir Dard
It was a school or temple, or was it Makkah or a church. We were all guests, only you were the host. Oh! How sad it is. I found just before death. It was only a dream, what I saw. It was only a fairy tale, what I heard. How sad it is that autumn is in the garden. There was some grass, which was my friend. This place is getting chaotic with all these people coming and going.Published on
A poem by Allama Iqbal
You are neither for earth nor for the heavens. The world is for you; you are not for the world. This garden is the place for pain and prayer. Not for picking flowers or building a nest. How long will you stay in the rivers of Ravi, Nile, and Farat? Your ship was built for infinite oceans. It was nothing, what we have exaggerated. We made it more, just for our fantasies.Published on
Oneness of Humanity
O my friend, a heart does not need hate. All love good but do not even hate bad. Who does not want the softness of flowers? But do not be afraid of sharpness of thorns. There is same blood in the veins of the thorn. It is brought up by same evening breeze of the spring. Do not throw away dying flowers. Yesterday, they were the glamor of the garden.Published on
Cigarette
Feeling so empty, and hollow inside, Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette, but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled, like this poem, half-finished.Published on
Once I Fell in Love
In this hot desert heat, you were a cool breeze gone in a moment just as you came, left me behind to wonder if you will ever return to mess up my hair, to touch my thirsty lips softly you were a sweet dream, vanished with the stars in the morning leaving me to wake up in the blinding sunlight, to look for a shade where there are no treesPublished on
Stars & Moon
This poem was written by my favorite poet Allama Iqbal. I translated it for my English class during my freshman year. “The view up here is the same as ever. We are tired of shining and shining. Our work is to walk, day and night. Walk and walk and walk forever. Everything in this universe is anxious. Peace, whatever it is, does not exist. Everything is being tortured by time.Published on
think hard
Other day while putting Ayden to sleep, he looked like as if he was intensely thinking. I asked him, “Are you thinking something?” “Yes” he replied. “What are you thinking?” I asked “I don’t know what car to play with in the morning, baba!”Published on