When the horizon blushes in the East;

and fills you with hope and happiness

It is about time to bury your worries;

onwards you move, harder you press

دنیا میں بادشاہ ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی

اور مفلس و گدا ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی

آدمی نامہ – نظیر اکبر آبادی

میرے دل میرے مسافر

ہوا پھر سے حکم صادر

کہ وطن بدر ہوں ہم تم

دیں  گلی  گلی صدایئں

From behind the curtain of thick grey fog

peeks melancholia, a familiar face and friend

Hope is but a distant mirage, even a wild bog

It kills you, leaving no sad evidence in the end

Where does the yellow full moon vanish

when a new moon is born up there and far?

Does it become a memory, sweet but painful

dreams, that are either forgotten or they scar?

Or does it shatter into a million little pieces;

each piece evolving into a lovely shining star?

Of what use is a glorious October dawn,

if the beautiful colours over the horizon;

do not remind you and make you smile,

of someone’s blushed and fragrant laughter

This October evening…..

this lovely October evening,

with all her whispering shadows

and the red-golden meadows,

is mine

She is mine to behold

and mine to perceive

and mine to mould

And in calling her ‘Mine!’,

there is a strange comfort,

which cannot be sought

in either music or wine