Don't judge the future of a person based on his present conditions,
because time has the power to change black
coal to shiny diamond.
Don't judge the future of a person based on his present conditions,
because time has the power to change black
coal to shiny diamond.
While a single man on this earth remains,
until all men have vanished,
do not let poor parrots be born,
Oh Lord, please hear my prayer!
A crowd of blind men are eager to discover the nature of woman;
the first strokes her smooth, flowing hair and mutters,
"Woman is a waterfall, she is
the Ganga, flowing down from
Shiva's head.
I hate the loveliest star-studded silks,
I hate the scent of the prettiest flower,
I hate the moonlight's thin, lacy veil,
I hate your sweetest love song, because,
because, they come between your lips and mine.
Relationship with the 'visible', In no case do desire-
Why
not you for the real enquire and set out, seeking that?
Hear, and take note, that you yourself are 'barrier', and what is Between the union and its bliss Is nothing
but yourself.
Eyes
weep and yet rejoice each day to look and to adore-The
more they see loved-ones, the more drunk they with love do get
If
my eyes at rise for other Sight than the Beloved care-From their sockets
I will tear My eyes as morsels for the crows.
Let
your eyes an offering be for Loved-one ere you break your fast; Sumptuous
dishes seventy You'll get by seeing Loved-ones face.
Were I to own a hundred heads
and weigh them with thy strings-
Behold the scale, how down it swings
On side of strings divine!
O Friend,
my head is only bone: An empty, empty bone-
If
thousand heads my neck would own I'll cut them all for thee!
O rise, and to thy haven farthy earthbound glances bear,
May be a happy welcome thereawaits thee
from thy
They read and read,
but what they read their hearts refuse to store-
The more they pages turn,
the more are deeply steeped in sin.
پڙهيو ٿا پڙهن، ڪڙهن ڪين قلوب ۾،
پاڻان ڏوهه چڙهن، جئن ورق ورائين وِترا.
پڑھ پڑھ کر بنے ہیں عالم، سوز سے خالی دل،
جوں جوں پڑھیں کتابیں ان کو پاپ ہوا حاصل۔
A hundred suns may rise,
and blaze four
score-four moons may shine;
I vow, without Beloved
mine
I am in darkest night
سورج
ابھرین چار طرف اور، ہر سو ابھریں چاند،
ساجن
بن سب ماند، تاریکی ہی تاریکی ہے۔
چنڊ!
تنهنجي ذات پاڙيان نه پريڻ سين،
تون اڇو
۾ رات، سڄڻ نت سوجهرو.
Unuttered is unknown...
the uttered is never understood....
behold, Although it be as true as gold,
humanity takes never note.
..... Shsh Latif
Patience, humanity adopt,
For anger is disease-
For bearance bringeth joy and 'peace',
if you would understand.
Shah Latif
O friend,
why are you still inclined to waste paper and ink-
Go rather forth and try to find the source where words were formed. _
____Shah Latif
Those that cut me up,
became the kindly surgeon too-
The wound they quickly dressed,
and cured within a day the same
Oh heart! and now make this your aim"
stay with them, and be safe from wounds"
_____ Shah Latif
As long there is no need,
so long physician is not here...
But when one-day pain does appear
it is
as though the leech had come!
He it is who weaves the
web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and
lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch. -Tagore
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes,
great and small,
That stood along the floor and
by the wall;
And some loquacious Vessels
were; and some
Listened perhaps, but never
talked at all.
The Moving Finger writes; and,
having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety
nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel
half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a
Word of it.
I sent my Soul through the
Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life
to spell:
And by and by my Soul returned
to me,
And answered "I Myself am
Heav'n and Hell:"
Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes
of Paradise!
One thing at least is
certain--This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the
rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown
forever dies.
It is the
season for wine, roses and friends drinking together,
Be happy for
the moment – it is all life is.
Wind is to fire like distance is to love
Wind is to fire like distance is to love;
it extinguishes the small and enflames the great.
Without a need for stilts or girders,
the crow-bound walker
spins the earth.
The light from passing cars
caught in his eyes like an optical illusion,
or the wing-strokes of a single moth.
Without any need for ceremony,
or even conscious thought,
he is off, in the direction of the next light.
_____ AKSHR