Unse nazar milee, hum deewane ho gaye
duniya anjanee, dost begaane ho gaye
Kya fakhr karen, jo hum deewane ho gaye
Us husn ke aashiq, khud aaine ho gaye
Baroz-o-aam, unke taane ho gaye
Raaton mein tarr, sirhaane ho gaye.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I know not
It's a stage, the world, I was taught,
What's the play, and my part, I know not.
I hear each sound, in the neighborhood,
The clamor in my heart, I know not.
Thy love art the balmy radiance of the sun,
Am I in shade or the smart, I know not.
If man art made of clay,
Am I but dirt, living in dirt, I know not.
Who shoves me in this hastening crowd,
To whom I give a start, I know not.
Oh the rivers of my fate, generously flow on,
For I am a slave or a dart, I know not.
What's the play, and my part, I know not.
I hear each sound, in the neighborhood,
The clamor in my heart, I know not.
Thy love art the balmy radiance of the sun,
Am I in shade or the smart, I know not.
If man art made of clay,
Am I but dirt, living in dirt, I know not.
Who shoves me in this hastening crowd,
To whom I give a start, I know not.
Oh the rivers of my fate, generously flow on,
For I am a slave or a dart, I know not.
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