Indian Love-Song

SHE

Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above
His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;
And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits
Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers.


HE

Like the perfume in the petals of a rose,
Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love!
Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove
That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree.
Lie still, O love, until the morning sows
Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.

-- Sarojini Naidu [from The Golden Threshold]

ai mohabbat tere anjaam pe ronaa aayaa

ai mohabbat tere anjaam pe ronaa aayaa
jaane kyo.n aaj tere naam pe ronaa aayaa

yuu.N to har shaam ummiido.n me.n guzar jaatii thii
aaj kuchh baat hai jo shaam pe ronaa aayaa

kabhii taqdiir kaa maatam kabhii duniyaaa kaa gilaa
manzil-e-ishq me.n har gaam pe ronaa aayaa

[gaam=step]

jab huaa zikr zamaane me.n mohabbat kaa 'Shakeel'
mujh ko apane dil-e-naakaam pe ronaa aayaa

-- Shakeel Badayuni



[I will translate it to english soon, the picture is digitally colored
poster of Mughal-E-Azam, a classic hindi/urdu movie, by K. Asif.
Dilip Kumar (Yusuf khan) and Madhubala (Mumtaz Jehan Begum)]

Trueness of Life

Everything, one could for ask for, lies on my palm,

Yet I look at my empty other.


Lush meadows, fresh breeze abundant,
Yet I long for Sahara and desert rocks.


A sailor reached his shore (Sahill), after seven years at sea,
Yet, he looks at the Pacific and longs for that sea thirst.

-- Toufeeq


[Picture is of Puget-Sound sunset]

There is not gold in every mine

Not every heart is capable of finding the secret of God's love.
There are not pearls in every sea; there is not gold in every mine.

-- Baba Farid

Wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
-- Green Day [Album: American Idiot]

In my arms forever

Let me hold you

In my arms forever
And let this be a ever young night

Let me kiss
You this night forever
And let veiled sky look down and sigh

Let me rest
In your eyes forever
And Sun, an early riser, let him be

Let your name
Be my smile forever
And let those stars envy and fall

Let me live
In your heart forever
And let every moment sing HIS praise

-- Toufeeq

Shakespeare on Love

Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.



Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.


They do not love that do not show their love.


The courses of true love never did run smooth.
-- William Shakespeare