Ghulam Qadir Ruhilah

How cruel, tyrant and vindictive the Ruhilah was He blinded the Mughal Emperor with the point of his dagger

The tyrant ordered members of the royal household to dance This tyranny was no less than the Judgment Day’s signal

For the delicate ladies of the royal household it was Utterly impossible to comply with this shameless order

Ah! The merciless one made them the means of pleasure Whose beauty had been veiled from sun’s, moon’s and stars

The feeble hearts were throbbing, the feet were forced to move A river of blood was flowing from the wet eyes of the princesses

For some time his eyes remained thus absorbed in seeing In confusion he freed his head from the load of Mighfar

He untied the deadly, fire-spitting sword from the waist Whose sharpness was a source of luminescence to the stars

He put the dagger in front, and lied down in some thought Sleep was demanding rest from the red eyes so to say

The water of sleep extinguished the embers of his eyes The tyrant’s sight became ashamed of the painful spectacle!

He got up and started saying this to Taimur’s household “You should have no complaint against your fate”

My sleeping in the couch was a mere show, an affectation Because stupor is foreign to the dignity of fighters

It was my intention that some daughter of Taimur Considering me unconscious might kill me with my own dagger,

But at last this secret has dawned to the whole world Concern for honor has departed from Taimur’s household.”