75 A LOVER LIKE ME, SO ILL AT EASE

75  A LOVER LIKE ME, SO ILL AT EASE

Looking for flowers, the morning breeze
Goes to the garden, but there it sees
A lover like me, so ill at ease

He knows the sorrow; he knows the pain
They’re his poison; they’re his bane
For he’s a captive of a beautiful belle
And on his foot there is a chain

And when she calls, he runs to her
He doesn’t hesitate; he doesn’t demur
And when he goes and she’s not there
He does not think that it’s a slur 

                              URDU POEM
                      JARAS E GUL KI SADA

Is hawas maen keh pukaaray jaras e gul ki sada
Dasht o sehra maen saba phirti hay yuin aawaara
Jis terheh phirtay haen hum ahl e junoon aawaara

Hum pay waaraftagi e housh ki tohmat na dharo
Hum keh rammaaz e ramooz e gham e pinhaani haen
Apni gerdan pay bhee hay rishtafigan khaatir e daust
Hum bhee shouq e reh dildaar kay zindaani haen

Jab bhee abroo e dar e yaar nay irshaad kya
Jis bayabaan maen bhee hum houn gay, chalay aa'aen gay
Dar khula daekha toe shaayad tumhaen phir daekh sakaen
Band ho ga toe sada day kay chalay jaa'aen gay
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