49 O HOW MY MATES AND FRIENDS I MISS

49  O HOW MY MATES AND FRIENDS I MISS

I like to recall those gracious eyes
My pain and sorrow to minimize

O how my mates and friends I miss
Their kindly company was such a bliss

They all were warm and totally sincere
And they would persist and persevere

The preachers, as usual, were after them
For love and pity they always condemn

And thought the sheiks that they were odd
For they were the topers in love with God

And in this cage I like to believe
That one day justice I’m going to receive

And that one night I’ll see the morn
And I won’t forever remain forlorn

So, FAIZ, someday the springtime breeze
Will come and thaw this terrible freeze

                      URDU POEM
                          GHAZAL

Yaad e ghizaalchashmaan, zikr e samanizaaraan
Jab chaaha ker lia hay kunj e qafas bahaaraan

Aankhoun maen dardmandi, hountoun pay uzrkhaahi
Jaanaanawaar aaie shaam e firaaq yaaraan

Naamoos e jaan o dil ki baazi lagi hay warna
Aasaan na thi kuchh aisie raah e wafashaaraan

Mujrim ho khaah koie, rehta hay naasahoun ka
Roo e sukhan hamaisha soo e jigerfigaaraan

Hay ab bhee waqt zaahid, tarmeem e zohd ker lay
Soo e Haram chala hay umbooh e baadakhaaraan

Shaayad qareeb ponhchi subh e wisaal humdam
Moaj e saba liay hay khushboo e khushkinaaraan

Hay apni kisht e weeraan, sarsabz is yaqeen say
Aa'aen gay is taraf bhee ik roaz abr o baaraan

Aa'ay gi FAIZ ik din baad e bahaar lay ker
Tasleem e maifaroashaan, paighaam e maigusaaraan
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