Ghazal-07

No wonder if the garden birds remained fond of poetry even under the net The lament fluttering in hearts as silent song remained

Thy Effulgence could not satisfy the restless heart at all The same dawn’s lament remained, the same midnight sighs remained

Neither God, nor idols nor the rivals of temple and the Harem remained Neither ‘Ali’s prowess nor Abu Lahab’s infidelity remained

Though my orchestra remained oppressed by `Ajam’s plectrum I am that martyr in fidelity’s cause whose song ever Arabic remained!