Ghazal-04

I should procure such straws for my nest from somewhere For burning which the lightning may be restless

Alas! O despair! The sky broke it down intently Whichever branch I selected for my nest

You are contending with the seventy two nations One goblet of yours suits the whole world best

I should create some such longing in my heart So the sky may turn around to annihilate me best

Collect your harvest first by picking it grain by grain Some thunderbolt will surely come out to annihilate it

I had regard for the failure of the hunter, O friend Otherwise, why could I come over flying for one grain?

The heart should not sing freedom’s song in this garden Ah! This garden is not suitable for such odes.