Ghazal-06

Unusual in state, distinct from the whole world they are O Lord! Inhabitants of which habitation these Lovers are?

Even during pathos’s cure I desperately love pathos Blisters’ thorns have been extracted with needle’s point

O Lord, the garden of my hopes may remain prosperous I have raised these plants watering them with my blood

The stars’ silence at night makes me weep Strange my Love is, strange my Laments are

Do not ask me of the pleasure of remaining destitute Hundreds of nests have been made and destroyed by me

Being a stranger to the journey’s companion is not good O spark! Wait, after all we are also going to disappear

Expectation for the houri has taught everything to the preacher Only in appearance simple and straight forward these people are

Why should not my verses be dear to me, O Iqbal These the painful laments of my heart are