78 MAYBE THE PAIN WILL SOMEDAY REMIT

78  MAYBE THE PAIN WILL SOMEDAY REMIT

Maybe the pain will someday remit
And maybe my heart will settle a bit

Maybe her fury she will withhold
And won’t be as cruel, and callous, and cold

And maybe it’ll all turn out to be fine
And she will come with a flask of wine

And even if poisoned, I’m going to drink
And from dying for her I’ll never shrink

And whatever she says, I’ll not refute
And I will stay very silent and mute

And I will not become at all irate
Even if I have to wait and wait 
         
                              URDU POEM
  GHUBAAR E KHAATIR E MEHFIL THERHR JAAY

Kaheen toe kaarawaan e dard e manzil thehr jaay
Kinaaray aa lagay umr e rawaan ya dil thehr jaay

Amaan kaisi keh moaj e khoon abhee sar say naheen guzri
Guzar jaay toe shaayad baazoo e qatil thehr jaay

Koie din baadbaan e kashti e sehba ko tay rakhhkhho
Zara thehro, ghubaar e khaatir e mehfil thehr jaay

Khum e saaqi maen juz zahr e halahal kuchh naheen baaqi
Jo ho mehfil maen is ikraam kay qaabil thehr jaay

Hamaari khaamashi bus dil say lab tak aek waqfa hay
Yeh toofaan hay jo pal bhar bar lab e saahil thehr jaay

Nagaah e muntazar kab tak karay gi aainabandi
Kaheen toe dasht e gham maen yaar ki mehmil thehr jaay
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